[Fantasy] Li Benfeng's Three Palaces and Six Courtyards (Complete) - 10-12

Chapter 48 Night, Madam [I]

arrived at Qin's Restaurant and first met Chen Dingjian and Chen Dingyuan. These two brothers from the Southern Dynasty royal family occupied a table near the window in the east wing. There were also many merchants from the north and south, as well as busybodies from Qianmen Town who were there to gather information, all taking their seats and leisurely eating and drinking. At

the table in the center of the west wing were Old Madam Qin and several younger members of the clan. The two tables near the staircase were obviously occupied by a dozen or so royal guards who had come with Dugu Jialuo. They had originally intended to clear the place, but upon seeing Chen Dingjian and Chen Dingyuan, they abandoned the idea.

If these two were to cause trouble, not only would these dozen or so men lose their lives, but Empress Dugu's life would also likely be lost in Qianmen Town. Martial arts masters in the mortal world, without the presence of otherworldly Daoist cultivators, could be so arrogant as to want to kill whomever they pleased. But upon seeing the thirty-six seven-colored flying boats of Mount Shu soaring through the air, even the most arrogant person had to bow their head.

Recent rumors have confirmed that the supreme magic array of the Zhexing Pavilion on Yingshui Island has even trapped four Kunlun Golden Immortals who are not subject to the cycle of reincarnation. With such a powerful force existing, it truly is a matter of creating mountains and rivers with a single thought, and destroying oceans and mulberry fields with a single thought.

Madam Feng and Su Wei went upstairs first to see Dugu Jialuo.

Benfeng and Tianyin walked up to Chen Dingjian and Chen Gengdingyuan. Benfeng clasped his hands and laughed, "Greetings, brothers. I've been soaking in the hot springs in the mountains for the past few days and haven't had a chance to drink with you. The old and young of Fengjiabao are relying on you two."

Chen Dingjian also laughed and poured a cup of wine for Benfeng. "These past few days, Dingyuan and I have been sitting in Madam Qin's restaurant, eating and drinking for free, enjoying the scenery. We've been having a great time."

Benfeng took the cup and drank it down. "If you two are in the mood, let's get a few more plots of land on Madam Qin's land and plant peaches, pears, melons, and beans."

Tianyin said happily. "Senior brother, I kept the pits from the twenty-odd peach trees we brought from Pure Land Mountain. Senior sister Yixuan and Daoist Yunqing planted peach saplings. We planted three first, gave three to Master Huadao and the others, two to Old Madam Qin, and two to each of our two elder brothers. The rest, Old Man Chunshan said, are waiting for you, Sister Tianxiang, and Zhengxi and Dazhi to plant together."

Old Madam Qin walked over, clasped her hands together with Benfeng and Tianxiang, and then said to Tianyin, "We'll have time to talk about planting peaches and melons later. Tianyin, come, go see the clothes the old lady sewed for you."

Old Madam Qin pulled Tianyin to sit down at the table in the west wing.

Benfeng went upstairs.

Dugu Jialuo sat upright in the main hall, on a very large carved wooden table, with at least sixty dishes laid out. Madam Feng and Su Wei stood on either side.

The Holy Empress of the Sui Dynasty, the mother of the nation, had a plump face that looked slightly worried. She was of above-average appearance, with a slightly narrow forehead and a slightly pointed chin. Judging from her appearance, she was not destined for a long life.

If history books are not misleading, Dugu Jialuo still has five or six years to live.

"Sit." Dugu Jialuo only said one word to Benfeng, without a surname or given name.

Benfeng sat down without ceremony and gestured for Madam Feng to sit, but Madam Feng said, "I am currently observing the seven-day mourning period for my father-in-law who has not yet been buried. I dare not break the ancestral precedent. During the banquet and celebration, you may stand and obey orders."

"Since that's the case, I'll get straight to the point. I, Li Benfeng, am a commoner accustomed to a life of poverty. By chance, I met my master on Pure Land Mountain. My senior and junior sisters, following my master's orders, escorted the old and young people of Pure Land Mountain, seeking survival, to Tianlai Mountain by water and land. Unexpectedly, this aroused the suspicion of the Holy Emperor of the Great Sui Dynasty, leading to a bloody calamity. I am by nature tranquil, only seeking a peaceful life in the fields. I have no desire to serve the country with loyalty, to achieve fame and fortune, nor do I wish to seize territory and engage in the risky, unprofitable business of vying for power... Before coming to Tianlai Mountain, I knew that my master, for the sake of the people's well-being, promised that Tianlai Mountain would not employ a single Sui official or soldier. I have no other choice but to obey my master's orders."

Benfeng spoke slowly, finishing his sentence word by word.

Dugu Jialuo glanced at Benfeng. A seemingly ordinary, fourteen or fifteen-year-old country boy had somehow inspired a sense of unshakeable power in her. His words were impeccable, carrying an air of transcendent detachment, a detached and detached view of the world.

"Tianlai Mountain is part of the Great Sui territory. Since the Qin and Han dynasties, it has been the site of imperial sacrifices to Heaven. If, based solely on a few words from one person, it has become the exclusive domain of your Southern Dynasty remnants, what becomes of the Sui dynasty's regulations! And you still claim it's not about dividing territory, seizing power, and vying for supremacy?" Having failed in her scheme, Dugu Jialuo naturally had no intention of relinquishing the imperial sacrificial site.

"Such a statement must come from those high above who regard the art of governance as the only law. The people's livelihood depends on having land to sustain them. Agriculture, commerce, and industry all have their own laws of survival. Master's statement about not appointing a single official or soldier to the Sui Dynasty is an expression of his hope that you will set aside your imperial authority and serve the people. Tianlai Mountain will be open to anyone who wishes to enter and leave. Worshiping Heaven requires sincerity. Without sincerity, one can only possess the form of authority but not attain longevity. If the rule of the royal family cannot align with the Way of Heaven, then the rule will not last long. In ancient times, there was the tyrannical Qin Dynasty, which perished after two generations. If later rulers do not learn from this, then the previous dynasty will surely fall and the next dynasty will follow!" Benfeng's tone became increasingly loud after hearing Dugu Jialuo's words.

"You!" Dugu Jialuo stood up angrily, about to unleash her fury, but then swallowed back what she wanted to say. Hundreds of mounted riders rushed to the emperor's aid, only to be struck by a dozen or so scorching iron pieces thrown by two or three blacksmiths. The royal guards sent to their rescue were instantly killed by the flying sparks.

The mighty Sui Dynasty couldn't find a single general to save the emperor.

Benfeng stood up, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Dugu Jialuo, and declared loudly, "That's all I have to say. If any member of the Sui court, dressed in official robes and wielding their authority, patrols Tianlai Mountain, I will kill them. I will dress as a commoner and not disturb the people. Even if the entire imperial family were to come out, with thousands of people entering the mountain, I would only know how to plow the fields, tend the mulberry trees, feed the chickens, and herd the geese."

Having said this, Benfeng strode down the second floor.

...

Dugu Jialuo sat there for a moment, sighed heavily, and, protected by a dozen or so imperial guards, mounted her horse and rode out of Qianmen Town through the back door,

seething with anger. Everyone downstairs heard Benfeng's words. They were truly invigorating! Fueled by the wine, many people raised their cups, calling Benfeng brothers and openly declaring their intention to drink until they were completely drunk.

With the imperial guards withdrawing, Qin's Restaurant suddenly became bustling with activity.

Benfeng let out a long sigh of relief, feeling extremely exhilarated. He had never felt so triumphant before!

Let's drink!

A true man, when faced with the medium of wine, quickly overcame any awkwardness with just a few words, clinking cups and exchanging toasts until he was completely drunk. This drinking continued until the sun set. Benfeng

was so drunk that he had to be helped to the top-class room by Madam Feng's two maids to lie down, still clutching his wine cup as if it were his own, muttering incoherently, "Drink, heroes of the past—all are lonely, only—drinkers leave behind a reputation for drunkenness, drink...drink until...the world is turned upside down, Liu Ling has no wine..."

"Seeing how mature and composed you usually are, it turns out you still have the heart of a child." Madam Feng personally brought hot water and had her maids, Xiao Bi and Xiao Mei, undress Benfeng and wash his body.

Benfeng grabbed the newly-adult Xiaobi in one swift motion. "Madam, I've had your heart for a long time. I... know you're lonely, know you have high standards, and have waited all these years... Let's... share a bed tonight..."

Xiaobi struggled free from Benfeng's embrace and ran behind Madam Feng.

"Look how scared you are! He can't eat you! It's your good fortune that he's taken a liking to you." Madam Feng lightly scolded Xiaobi.

"Madam, Master Li... he has Madam in his heart." Xiaobi, though small-minded, was eager to bring Madam Feng and Benfeng together.

"Nonsense! You can believe drunken talk." Madam Feng turned around, intending to push Xiaobi onto Benfeng, but Xiaobi cleverly pretended to tilt, squeezing Madam Feng into Benfeng's arms.

Chapter 49 Night, Madam [II]

Benfeng held her tightly, muttering, "Madam... do you still want to act like that... common, lovesick lady, playing hard to get? I... I like it so much."

Speaking drunkenly, Benfeng smacked his lips, about to kiss her, like a chicken pecking at rice.

Madam Feng, somewhat embarrassed and annoyed, dodged away. Benfeng waved his hands wildly and then grabbed Xiaomei, who was hiding behind the bed curtains. Xiaomei panicked, not knowing what to do, and looked at Madam Feng with wide eyes, "Madam, save me."

Madam Feng laughed, "Silly girl, just give in, it won't hurt you."

"Madam won't give in, and neither will Xiaomei. Otherwise, Master Li will look down on us. Madam has such a good reputation, if outsiders find out, it won't sound good." Xiaomei noticed that the drunken Master Li, while holding her, was actually just obediently stroking her long hair and reciting poetry, and her courage grew.

"Madam, do you think I, Li Benfeng... am a person without any romance? Let me tell you, I do understand romance. Under the flowers and the moon, singing to the moon, who... will open the window so that my wife and I can properly... appreciate the moon... The moon has its phases, and people have their joys and sorrows..."

Benfeng's foundation in poetry wasn't for fame; when he was three or five years old, his parents, who came from a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, forced him to memorize over a thousand poems, explaining their meaning word by word.

Unfortunately, in that trendy era, traditional Chinese medicine was discarded like trash, and the subtlety and profound literary roots of the Eastern race were regarded as stubborn pedantry.

Xiao Bi pushed open the east window.

A crescent moon, almost full, rested above the shadows of the trees, the night hazy. The long street of Qianmen Town was silent, but insects chirped in the grass beneath the trees.

Benfeng, somewhat sobering up, realized he was holding Xiaomei. A little embarrassed, he chuckled twice, placed Xiaomei on the edge of the bed, glanced at his wife, and beckoned to Xiaobi with a smile, "You come sit here too. Usually, you all serve the wife, but tonight, you sit here while the wife and I sing you little tunes. I'll be happy!" He

somewhat forcefully pulled Xiaobi to sit on the bed, and Benfeng, swaying his head, hummed along: "Jade snow in the courtyard, the night sky empty—moving flowers to the small railing, vying for spring's red—light robes and short hats, drunken songs heavy…" He took a few drunken steps, saw the zither Xiaobi had placed by the bed, picked it up, lightly plucked a string, and handed it to Madam Feng, who stood by the low table. With hazy, drunken eyes, he gave her a friendly, ambiguous look, and continued to softly sing with a classical charm: "Colorful fans, old inscriptions beyond the misty rain—jade flutes, new melodies among the swallows and orioles—spring breezes everywhere along the balustrade…"

"Young master has forced me to break the ancestral rule of observing the seven-year mourning period for my father-in-law." Madam Feng swayed gracefully as she sat down. After Benfeng finished his self-absorbed singing, she lightly extended her jade-like fingers and plucked the strings.

Madam Feng's clear voice followed the rhyme, but it was not a lament of a woman confined to her chambers. "

Autumn waters, graceful spirit, ice-jade skin,

a casual smile turns the country to ruin.

Yet pity the blood staining the Qingxi River,

not even as beautiful as Xi Shi floating on the Five Lakes.

" "You—how could you sing this!" Benfeng, hearing these lyrics about the beheading of Lihua, which he did

n't know who wrote, was reminded of the timeless tragedy of Shahua's broken sword piercing her chest in the Qingxi River. He still couldn't determine whether Shahua or the beautiful concubine Lihua of the Southern Chen Dynasty was real or an illusion, or whether the two were simply the same person reincarnated.

Upon hearing Madam Feng's clear voice, Benfeng's drunkenness vanished as if by a sudden awakening. He slumped to the ground, waving his hand dismissively. "Xiao Bi, Xiao Mei, and Madam, you may leave. I'm just not blessed enough to enjoy even a single day of happiness. Alas, women! The women I love are never meant to be mine, Li Benfeng's. Like flowers falling from a tree in a single day, their beauty fades in vain. Enough, time for bed." Benfeng's mind was filled with the image of Shahua, her heart frozen with sorrow, as he thought of the broken sword piercing his chest in the clear stream.

Xiao Bi and Xiao Mei, the two young maids, their eyes still hazy with the dawn of understanding, glanced at Benfeng, who was likely to weep, and quietly slipped away.

Madam Feng walked lightly to Benfeng's side, gently nudging him with her jade-like hand. "It was my fault. I shouldn't have spoiled your enjoyment, young master. I'll make it up to you another day."

Her words, however, carried a hidden hint of spring.

Benfeng ignored her, like a child who had lost a precious treasure, pounding the floor with his hands. "I long to hold that person's hand, to see my tears and fragrant face fall before you, but we meet and I am speechless!"

"I'll reward you with a little something now," Madam Feng said, gently turning her body and lightly kissing Benfeng's ear.

"My heart yearns to question the heavens, when will we meet again? I've traveled three thousand miles through Jiangnan, and my tears still flow!" Benfeng still ignored Madam Feng, lost in thought—recalling his two encounters with Shahua, wondering what had caused the discrepancy. The higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment; they had barely met before a heart-wrenching tragedy unfolded.

"I was wrong..." Madam Feng wrapped her arms around Benfeng's waist from behind. "I am a married woman, a lowly willow, how could I be worthy of you, young master?"

"It is Madam Chu Lian who looks down on me. The Wang family has such a vast fortune, and Madam Chu Lian has lofty ambitions. She will be granted the title of First Rank Lady in the future, and the entire Hedong region will be under her control. I, Benfeng, have no ambition, only the wisdom of a farmer, incapable of governing the country. I am a frog in a well, unable to understand the intricacies of your mind. How could I possibly be worthy of your virtuous and wise character?"

"No, young master, you have wronged me... I... I have long believed in you... but, but..." Madam Feng's jade-like body trembled, pressing close to Benfeng.

The two hot mounds of her breasts deliberately warmed the resentment churning in Benfeng's heart.

"Madam suffers for herself, and I, a frog in a well, also suffer..." Benfeng hugged Madam Feng tightly, stood up, "Let's go to the bed to talk."

Benfeng, holding Madam Feng's hot jade-like body, walked to the bedside.

Just as he was about to put it down, a dark shadow flashed past the wide-open window with a loud crack.

Ghostly aura! A chilling,

eerie aura!

Benfeng couldn't help but shudder. What kind of ghost was this, ruining his precious spring night? Benfeng's heart was still preoccupied with the image of Shahua, unable to find peace. Hearing Madam Feng's words, he knew that their previous interactions had already hinted at a budding romance, and he wanted to quench his thirst for her.

"Young master, I'm a little scared, perhaps… I'll call Xiaobi and Xiaomei to come and comfort you…" Madam Feng was also terrified, her face changing color. She broke free from Benfeng's embrace, straightened her clothes, and hurried out.

"Scared of what? I don't believe it!" Benfeng pounced on Madam Feng and pulled her back into his arms. "It's consensual. As long as you don't care about those shady pretenses, what's wrong with marrying me? We're perfectly aboveboard, what's there to be afraid of?" Benfeng placed Madam Feng on the bed and began to undress her.

Jade-like breasts, trembling and swaying.

"Young master, I'm really afraid...afraid..." Madam Feng hadn't been close to a man for over ten years, and shyly covered herself with her clothes.

The windows on the east and west sides moved without wind, and Ben Feng, in a hurry, pulled the window sashes shut and tightened the latches.

Turning around, he saw that Madam Feng had already reached the door. Ben Feng got up to chase after her, but Madam Feng turned around and flicked a paper ball at him. Ben Feng lit a lamp and unfolded the paper ball.

The paper ball read: Tomorrow, go to the Wang family's mourning hall to pay your respects, remember! Madam Feng turned and went out, giving Ben Feng a spring-like, affectionate look.

Ben Feng looked at the lady's pitiful back and sighed, reciting: "The moon has no past or present, but affection is shallow or deep. The spring of Tianlai is vivid, how can one not care?"

Chapter 50 Night, Madam [Part 3]

The Wang Family Mansion is unusual. Wang Xicang, that old fellow, nearly sixty and a half years old, had the power to command the Tianluo Sect as if it were his own arm, and even recruited the Yin-based cultivators of the Diluo Sect to his side. He didn't even offer a shred of decent resistance, and was simply left to rot in the street—wasn't that too suspicious?

That ghostly figure just now brought information about the Diluo Sect to my mind. On the streets of Qianmen Town, in the midst of killing, the unremarkable broken sword in my hand must have been activated by the Yin-Yang sword energy of the Diluo Sect, which caused it to reveal the true form of the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls. I wonder who threw such a superior treasure into Pure Land Mountain, where Zhengxi picked it up thinking it was scrap metal.

Benfeng had only heard from Senior Sister Tianqin that the Black Lotus Pearl held by the Black Lotus Sect of the Western Regions, and that the Black Lotus Pearl and its throne held by the Black Lotus Saintess had been destroyed by Master's Nine Lotus Throne. Of the two thousand-year-old treasures of the Western Regions, only the one in Dugu Xin's hand remained. The origin of the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls, which absorbed the two dragon souls of Panmo that had split into five, was even more mysterious. Miss Mingyue knew a little about the origin of the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls, saying that they were one of the three great demonic treasures of the Earthly Ancestor of the North Sea Underworld Palace.

The three great treasures of the Earthly Ancestor were the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls, the Nine Thorn Mara, and the Eight-Faced Split-Tongue Embryonic Stone. The Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls belonged to Benfeng, the Nine Thorn Mara were obtained by Fu Luoyun and refined into the Purple Heaven Nine-Root Bracelet, which is now lost in Tianlian Peak, and the Eight-Faced Split-Tongue Embryonic Stone disappeared after the Earthly Ancestor was killed by Ruan Qingyu, Fu Luoyun, and Kunyang Ding.

Benfeng was already well aware of the power of a superior-grade magic weapon. In battles with a huge disparity in strength, a single magic weapon could reverse an unfavorable situation, turn defeat into victory, and escape danger.

Unconsciously, Benfeng calmed his mind and focused his thoughts, his consciousness becoming clear and transparent. He saw the ink-like sword energy that caused the Black Lotus Pearls to emit green snake shadows—among the surrounding crowd, the flying sword had been launched, and the surrounding sword energy seemed to have been completely absorbed and melted away. The opponent's cultivation level should be far above that of Ying Fuzhen of the Qingque Sect. If it weren't for the divine power of the Black Lotus Pearls, he would probably have already perished under that sword energy.

...

Tianyin stood under an old tree outside Qin's Restaurant, wearing a short-sleeved yellow jacket made for her by Old Madam Qin, and sweetly said to Benfeng, "Senior Brother, let's go home and sleep."

"Go home and sleep." It had been a long time since he had heard such heartwarming words. Benfeng jumped down from the window and grabbed Tianyin's hand. "We have a home now! We'll buy some beef, mutton, chicken, and duck sometime, and this place will feel especially homey."

"Senior Sister Tianqin has already moved into the sandalwood house. She's waiting for Sister Tianxiang to return from Mount Shu, and for Senior Brother and Sister Tianxiang to get married, then they'll move in together... We'll stay in the red ironwood house first, and Daxin and Dayi will be able to build two green sandalwood houses tomorrow." Tianyin also quietly told Benfeng that Princesses Chen Zhen and Chen Wan were preparing to move into the green sandalwood houses.

The two princesses had come from far away in the south to the north, and they might find it a little difficult to adapt.

Benfeng and Tianyin went straight to the newly built houses. The houses stood on Phoenix Beak Slope, east of Sanyang Peak, a slightly elevated, flat, and sunny location. Two clear streams flowed from north to south into the Jiulong River, making it a place where the dragon rose from the water.

There were more than a dozen torches lit on Phoenix Beak Slope, and Daxin, Dayi, and hundreds of other strong men were working through the night. Tianqin stood in the east pavilion on the second floor of the sandalwood house, gazing north at the stars. A white robe, pristine and flowing,

seemed to float in the air. The sound of her zither, like jade in the snow, swayed like lotus leaves in the moonlight; though no strings were heard, her melody seemed to envelop the mountain peaks.

Benfeng stared blankly for a moment, then saw Chen Zhen and Chen Wan, dressed in ordinary peasant clothes, each carrying a bundle, approaching him.

Several palace maids from Fengque Palace followed behind the two princesses, carrying bedding.

"Stay here for a few days. Once Old Man Chunshan has built houses on all of our Fengzui Slope, you can choose the houses you like, and the rest will be mine." Benfeng smiled at Chen Zhen and Chen Wan, walked to the red ironwood house, and pushed open the wooden door.

The women entered and began to lay out the bedding. Tianyin, already prepared, directed the palace maids as they busied themselves upstairs and downstairs.

The red ironwood house was also two stories. The ground floor was used for entertaining guests and cooking, while the eight rooms on the second floor were for sleeping and living quarters. Old Man Chunshan seemed to have considerable experience in building houses; no wonder he came from a family of carpenters. If it weren't for the chaos of the world, they would never have resorted to robbery to make a living.

With everything arranged, the palace maids returned to Fengjiabao.

Chen Wan and Tianyin ran to the west wing pavilion, chatting and laughing as they counted the stars.

Chen Zhen slowly entered Benfeng's room, gently closed the door, and threw herself into his arms, murmuring, "These past few days, I've worried day and night. Seeing you, everything is alright..."

With the fall of the Southern Chen dynasty, as a princess of the imperial court, besides being humiliated by the Sui soldiers and taken to Chang'an to suffer further unbearable torment, there was no other way out—if Chen Zhen hadn't met the taciturn but decisive Li Benfeng, she would have intended to slit her throat and end it all.

A man's responsibility. Chen Zhen clearly remembered Benfeng's shout in Jiankang, urging his brother to stand up like a man—charging through the Sui army, risking his life to find a broken sword for a woman, that's what a man is! In the chaos of the world, Chen Zhen felt a sense of gratitude for fate, having found a man she could dedicate herself

to and find peace of mind. "Yes, it's alright now. The bloodshed is over. We can settle down and live a good life now… Princess, I

, Li Benfeng, can't offer you a life of luxury. We live like country folk, and we have to do many things ourselves." Benfeng patted Chen Zhen's slightly trembling body. "Zhen'er understands. From now on… don't call me Princess anymore, just… Zhen'er." Chen Zhen lightly kissed Benfeng's forehead and left his embrace.

"Sleep here tonight." Benfeng took Chen Zhen's hand.

"Zhen'er wants… to wait until the master marries Tianxiang, then… share a room with the master." Chen Zhen uttered a somewhat awkward northern dialect.

After speaking, Chen Zhen reluctantly withdrew her soft hand from Benfeng's and walked away.

"So that's how it is. You all told me not to forget Tianxiang... How could I forget? I wonder if Tianxiang thought of me after going to Shushan... I wonder if Lady Chu Lian, back at the Wang family mansion, is thinking of me..." Benfeng took off his clothes, imprinted several jade images on his heart, and quickly fell asleep.

...

The next morning, Benfeng asked Old Man Chunshan to prepare some items for mourning, and rode a yellow horse that Chen Dingjian had brought from Tianheng Mountain, leisurely making his way to Langya.

Along the way, he saw many people carrying various funerary objects. They all looked like merchants. He casually asked one of them, who said they were going to the Wang family in Langya.

Benfeng deliberately tried to intimidate them: "Going to the Wang family is likely to end badly. Don't you merchants understand the saying 'when the tree falls

, the monkeys scatter'? Wang Xicang has secretly harmed countless people, and now his enemies are planning to burn the Wang family down." "Look at you, so young, yet you speak such grand words. The Wang family is deeply rooted, having stood for three hundred years. Even the Emperor of the Sui Dynasty would give them some respect. The Wang family has a worthy successor. Madam Feng is virtuous and capable. With her supporting the Wang family, once they overcome this hurdle, they will still be the most prominent family in Hedong." A middle-aged man, around forty years old, carrying a long sandalwood box, seemed quite worldly-wise, but his accent wasn't local.

Madam Feng's reputation was indeed impressive; even outsiders knew that the Wang family of Hedong had a virtuous and capable Madam Feng.

Benfeng stopped arguing with them and spurred his horse to the Wang family mansion.

Many people had come to offer condolences. After Benfeng presented his visiting card, it took quite a while before a servant led him into the west courtyard. The west wing was mostly inhabited by prominent figures from Buddhist and Taoist sects.

Before he could even sit down, Xiao Bi, the maid of Madam Chu Lian, beckoned to him, "Master Li, Madam is ill and needs you to examine her." Xiao Bi raised her voice as if afraid others wouldn't know.

Ben Feng was dressed unremarkably, wearing a felt hat, and when he entered, no one recognized him. Xiao Bi's shout instantly filled the west wing with a murderous aura.

Sure enough, he hadn't been wrong; today's visitor was ill-intentioned.

Led by Xiao Bi, Ben Feng wandered through the winding streets into the east wing of the back courtyard, into Madam Feng's bedroom.

"I'm ill..." Madam Feng showed no sign of illness, lying on the bed covered with a thin brocade quilt, her eyes slightly closed, uttering words that left Ben Feng unsure how to respond.

What was the unfathomable Madam Feng up to now? Ben Feng sat down on the edge of the bed, about to take her pulse, when Madam Feng grabbed his hand and pulled it under the quilt.

Madam Feng was only wearing her undergarments. Ben Feng's hand was led by Madam Feng to her still full and firm breasts.

"I shouldn't have spoiled Young Master Li's enjoyment last night, but today... I'll make it up to you doubly." Madam Feng's words were full of tender affection.

Chapter 51 Night, Madam [IV]

"That's not necessary, I can handle it." Ben Feng's hand touched soft, plump flesh, and his heart was instantly stirred.

Madam Feng sensed Ben Feng's sincerity, feeling the heat of the man's hand covering his breasts, and said gently, "Last night, Xiao Bi, Xiao Mei, and I rushed back because someone sent us a message that Yang'er had stabbed someone again over a trivial matter... Young Master is only a year or two older than my good-for-nothing Yang'er, but compared to him, we are worlds apart."

Madam Feng's words were dignified and virtuous, but her actions under the covers ignited Ben Feng's passion. Ben Feng's hand was guided by Madam Feng to reach under his undergarments, touching the increasingly hot jade-like skin. Especially since Xiao Bi was nearby, her face was already flushed with embarrassment.

Benfeng leaned down—close to Madam Feng's ear—and, adopting the air of a physician examining an illness, said in an extremely soft voice, "Xiao Bi saw it; don't tarnish Madam's reputation."

Madam Feng smiled, and under the covers, she took Benfeng's finger and slowly traced words on his abdomen: "Don't be afraid, I'm your person." Then, she said calmly, "There's no one in charge of the household; I have to worry about everything. How can I bear it... Young Master Li came all this way, didn't even have a sip of wine, and still has to worry about my useless body. The Wang family owes him another favor."

By this time, Benfeng understood that Madam Feng's words were meant for outsiders, and her actions under the covers were for him. There were probably many people with ill intentions secretly watching the Wang family, both inside and out. Seeing Madam Feng's good intentions, Benfeng followed suit, speaking quite solemnly: "Madam has been worrying too much, causing spleen and kidney deficiency, blood and qi deficiency, loss of appetite, fever, and night sweats. Madam is also knowledgeable in medical books, so listen to the prescription I've given you, see if it suits your symptoms... Yam, Achyranthes bidentata, Polygala tenuifolia, Dioscorea opposita, Broussonetia papyrifera, Poria cocos, Schisandra chinensis, Cistanche deserticola, Eucommia ulmoides, and Foeniculum vulgare, 30 qian each; Lycium barbarum and Rehmannia glutinosa, 60 qian each... Achyranthes bidentata should be soaked in yellow wine, Polygala tenuifolia should have its core removed, and Eucommia ulmoides should be stir-fried with ginger juice and wine to remove the fibers, then slowly ground into powder. For external use, wrap the powder in honey and jujube pulp to form pills, and take seven pills at a time."

As he spoke, Benfeng's right hand, which had been under the covers, was slowly moved by Madam Feng to the warm, moist crevice of her breasts, like a kitten climbing a tree.

Madam Feng, already overcome with passion, stretched one hand out from under the covers and pointed to her stomach. "Young Master Li is a master of medicine, and the prescription you've given is perfectly appropriate. However, every time my period approaches, I experience unbearable pain for three to five days. I've taken countless medicines, but nothing works. Do you have any good remedies, Young Master?"

"Does the pain occur two or three days after your period?" Ben Feng asked, realizing Madam Feng's condition was indeed serious.

"Yes, sometimes it hurts for two or three days, sometimes four or five days, to the point where I feel like I'm about to faint." Madam Feng rolled over, took Ben Feng's left hand, and placed it between her jade-like legs, gently rubbing it. Her eyes, filled with tenderness, gazed at Ben Feng.

"Madam, you've been worrying too much, causing depression and blood stasis, haven't you? Sometimes your breasts are swollen and painful, your menstrual flow is irregular, and your menstrual blood is dark purple with clots?" Benfeng, his right hand stroking between Madam's breasts, knew that what he said had hit the nail on the head. He suppressed the turmoil in his heart and moved his left hand up to feel the meridians of Madam's thigh. "When Madam has her period, she is tired, has a poor appetite, and feels cold in her body and limbs. I will first prescribe a medicine for Madam to try: 40 grams each of motherwort, salvia miltiorrhiza, safflower, peach kernel, and akebia stem; 60 grams each of angelica, costus root, fennel, and dandelion. Grind the medicine into powder, divide it into three portions, and mix it with vinegar before use. Make three moistened bags, the size of the bags..."

"Xiao Bi, write down the medicine that Young Master Li said, and go see if the banquet is ready. Xiao Mei, go to the pharmacy to get the medicine..." Madam Feng was already somewhat impatient.

After Xiao Bi finished writing down the prescription, she went out with Xiao Mei, whose face was also flushed. She pulled Ben Feng into her arms, saying, "My darling, you are my best cure. I've waited so long and patiently, and finally found the man I love. Now… I can't hold back anymore."

Ben Feng felt the heat emanating from his wife's breasts, his trembling hands reaching for her jade-like neck, his palms tracing the delicate, youthful skin. His heart was filled with a web of emotions, and he pressed himself closer to her.

"Thirteen years and six months, every night I don't know what to do… Young master, look at the chest under the bed. I can't contain my desires, so I'll just paint some erotic pictures to pass the long night." Madam Feng hugged Ben Feng tightly with both hands, then released him, pulling the quilt over her blushing face.

Erotic pictures? Hearing this, Ben Feng couldn't believe Madam Feng would paint erotic pictures. He took out the chest Madam Feng had mentioned from under the bed and opened the lid.

It was indeed erotic pictures. The exquisite erotic paintings were unparalleled, and what particularly astonished Benfeng was that one of the men in the paintings was none other than himself. After flipping through a few more, Benfeng's jaw dropped. The paintings of Benfeng by Madam Feng, from his teens to his twenties or thirties, even down to his manhood, were incredibly lifelike.

Fate! There truly was fate at play!

No wonder Madam Feng was willing to shield him with her frail body when he first visited the Wang family—at the time, he had assumed it was for the sake of a respectable reputation. The mystery

lay here.

"I'm so ashamed, quickly put it away… wait… wait until tonight… again…" Madam Feng was too embarrassed to continue. From then on, whenever the two were alone, they inevitably had to perform the acts depicted in the paintings.

Xiao Bi returned, her face still flushed with embarrassment, and said with her head down, "Master Li, the banquet has started in the front courtyard. The steward invites you to take your seat."

Ben Feng said, "Just eat whatever you like, no need for all this fuss." He figured it would be more romantic to eat in Madam's room with Madam, Xiao Bi, and Xiao Mei.

Madam Feng, however, said, "How could the Wang family dare to mistreat Young Master Li? Funerals require even greater ceremony than weddings. This banquet cannot be refused. Come back as soon as you've finished eating."

Ben Feng had no choice but to drop his enthusiasm and followed Xiao Bi to the main hall in the front courtyard.

In this grand mansion, funerals were conducted with great ceremony. Ben Feng was led by the steward to the mourning hall, where he paid his respects to Wang Xizang's coffin according to etiquette, and then met with several surviving elders of the Wang family before returning to the main hall and sitting in the host's seat on the east side.

Round after round of drinks were served, and one group after another of people attended, until Ben Feng was almost drunk. They drank from Wang Xizang's generation all the way up to the sixth generation. Wang Xizang's male lineage was not prosperous, but several collateral branches had five or six hundred descendants to carry on the family line. Fortunately, not everyone was present.

Seeing that he couldn't handle it any longer, and that he would lose his bearings if he drank any more, it seemed that this wine was prepared specifically for Benfeng. Everyone with a bit of influence wanted to drink with him—the intention was clearly to get him drunk. The wine affected his mind, and Benfeng's consciousness became somewhat hazy, unable to detect the oppressive murderous aura he had felt when he first arrived at the west courtyard. These people drinking were not even considered worldly Taoist cultivators, but rather people who had just begun to understand martial arts. Benfeng dared not be careless, and pretended to be drunk, slumping onto the table. The steward quickly found someone to help Benfeng to a guest room, where he drank some sobering soup and was served to bed by a servant.

Thinking of Madam Feng, Benfeng slept in a daze for an unknown amount of time. When he opened his eyes, he saw that many rooms were lit, so he sat up.

Hearing the commotion inside, Xiao Bi, who had been waiting outside, peeked in. "Master Li is awake. Madam is waiting for you."

"Alright, let's go right now." Ben Feng threw off the covers and got up, feeling that the effects of the alcohol had mostly worn off. He followed Xiao Bi to Madam Feng's room in the backyard.

Xiao Bi called out, "Master Li is here," but the lights in Madam Feng's room suddenly went out.

"Master Li, please come in." Xiao Bi opened the door and pushed Ben Feng into the room.

"I missed you so much! Why did it take you so long?" Madam Feng's voice was somewhat resentful.

Ben Feng embraced Madam Feng and leaned down to kiss her lips. Ben Feng had been thinking about Madam Feng's loneliness and knew her burning desire.

In the brief moment of electric shock, Madam Feng's deep, autumn-like eyes, like the pale moonlight, shone with an unusually alluring and fiery gaze. Their eyes met, their bodies trembled, and they were entwined in a passionate embrace, their desires intertwined, their hearts pounding, yearning for immediate union.

Madam Feng, like the figures in paintings done during long, lonely nights, wrapped her arms around Benfeng's neck, passionately kissing him. Benfeng responded somewhat clumsily. Fragrant—his tongue entered her mouth, sweet and juicy. Overjoyed, Benfeng also responded with a flick of his tongue. Their passionate hearts once again intertwined, their love flowing endlessly. After

several breaths of entwined kisses, Benfeng gradually entered the frenzy, his intense kisses raining down, his long tongue probing and exploring her mouth. After the lights were turned off, "Madam Feng" was hot and bold, moaning softly. Her jade hands groped around, undressing Benfeng several times. Her own clothes also fluttered and scattered in the room under the pale moonlight...

Benfeng hugged Madam Feng again, looking at her jade-like body faintly covered with a layer of moonlight, his passion and desire blazing. Madam Feng's skin was as plump and smooth as a young girl's, her curves fully displayed, her three points proudly exposed. Chapter

52 Night, Madam [V]

With the enlightenment of erotic paintings, Benfeng was like a fish in water. His two fiery magic hands parted, one hand grasping Madam Feng's delicate buttocks and kneading them to his heart's content. Under Benfeng's kneading, half of Madam Feng's round flesh sometimes resembled a pear, sometimes a peach, and sometimes a newly plowed spring field. Benfeng's other hand touched Madam Feng's moist peaks and valleys, which had not been touched by a man for more than ten years—only wanting to be wantonly tortured by "Benfeng" in the painting.

Peak love still exists, spring has come many times in the painting.

Benfeng's hands moved ceaselessly, his head lowering to lightly kiss Madam Feng's smooth, jade-like neck. Madam Feng felt a tingling, itchy sensation throughout her body, a complex mix of emotions swirling within her—her shyness surpassing even that of a young girl newly possessed… Benfeng's passionate kisses were like a mountain waterfall, cascading down her soft, yielding breasts, like a wild horse breaking free and charging across the plains, reaching the fragrant, lush valley of spring grass—a hot, tingling, hazy exploration.

Attacked by Benfeng, Madam Feng let out a muffled groan, then couldn't help but cry out "Ah, ah…" several times, her arms tightly embracing Benfeng's neck. Madam Feng found it hard to believe; the young man she had just been guiding—could it be that, because of her erotic paintings, he had suddenly learned such "harmful" fetishes?

Madam Feng felt her lower body being heavily attacked again, the ever-burning desire ignited by Benfeng making her feel as if she were trapped in a fiery inferno of passion.

The flames of desire erupted, and Madam Feng's lower body was already glistening with dew, a steaming hot spring. Benfeng saw that Madam Feng's body, bathed in the moonlight, was even more alluring and captivating, like a peach blossom just beginning to bloom in the mountains, her skin pale red and smooth, incredibly delicate. His lower body—his powerful essence—was incredibly excited, as if it wanted to use its fierce, high thrust to declare the pain of being "tortured" and rejected by Madam Feng to her moist

, spring-like desire. "Benfeng, you little devil, you touched...there, it hurts..." When Benfeng's fingers roughly scraped the tender opening of her vulva, Madam Feng cried out in surprise like a girl experiencing her first love.

Benfeng was somewhat surprised; Madam Feng was already a woman of marriageable age, how could she be like this? However, he suppressed his burning passion, withdrew his fingers, and gently massaged Madam Feng's jade-like legs, asking tenderly, "Madam Chu Lian, does it still hurt?"

Madam Feng felt a sudden, inexplicable sense of loss, and reached out to pull Benfeng's hand to her two tender, closed breasts. "My darling, I'm just a little scared. It's been so many years since I've done this, only in my dreams..."

Benfeng said, "I'm not very good at this either. I was a bit too rough just now. Let's go to the bed. I'm afraid Madam's body is too weak to take it."

"I can take it," Madam Feng said, blushing as she buried her head in Benfeng's chest, letting him carry her to the bedside where the curtains hung low. Benfeng gently placed her on the flowered bed.

Madam Feng reached under the embroidered pillow and took out a piece of plain white silk, placing it beneath her. Her action was like that of a bride entering the bridal chamber, letting her lover know that this was their first time together.

"Madam, I'm going to torture you now, shall we begin?" I thrust forward, displaying my weapon of "torture" against women.

"Mmm..." Madam Feng's voice was barely audible.

Hearing Madam Feng's resentful response, I parted her jade-like legs, aimed at the entrance to her spring valley, and with a thrust of my hips, my already aroused essence plunged into Madam Feng's hot, slippery forbidden land.

I was about to push in forcefully when I found that Madam Feng's forbidden land was indeed blocked by layers of resistance.

"It's been closed for too long, I... inside, it's become a neglected wasteland, just go in." Madam Feng, impatient and eager, arched her body as encouragement.

I pushed in, feeling the resistance lessen. "Madam, don't worry, there won't be any more wasteland." With a powerful thrust, I let out a heavy groan, breaking through Madam Feng's forbidden barrier, like a clay ox entering the sea, an indescribable pleasure washing over my entire body.

Madam Feng let out a pained cry, her delicate hands gripping Benfeng's arm tightly. "Oh God, it hurts so much!"

As she spoke, a crimson droplet of semen oozed from her moist lower body, landing on the pristine white silk.

Clinging tightly to the man's body, she whispered passionately, "From now on, I am yours..."

Benfeng was somewhat surprised; how could Madam Feng have blemishes? Madam Feng, however, was consumed by lust, writhing her body as if possessed by a demon of passion, her alluring eyes gazing seductively at Benfeng.

"The humble gate is now open for you..." Madam Feng's sweet voice soared, her movements rising and falling with Benfeng's vigorous thrusts, performing the scene of lovemaking depicted in the painting. Benfeng

, powerful and brimming with virility, continued his relentless assault. In his arousal, he retrieved a erotic painting of the two of them from an open chest, making Madam Feng glance at him with her slightly open eyes, assuming the pose from the painting, their passion raging fiercely.

Madam Feng was completely entranced, calling out "my nemesis" and "my lover" incessantly. She relished the man's rough and forceful torment, longing for his storm to carry her to the highest heavens, oblivious to time. Her

moans rose and fell, high and low. Benfeng's assault grew increasingly intense. Madam Feng cast aside her initial shyness, beginning a seductive and wanton dance of pleasure. As Madam Feng's hips swayed more wantonly, Benfeng experienced the ultimate pleasure of human passion. Madam Feng's rhythm varied, sometimes fast like a boat entering a canyon, splashing and churning, sometimes slow like a gentle stream, soft and lingering.

Madam Feng's soft moans and gasps grew louder, as if the wet heat beneath her was about to erupt. The waves were unstoppable; Madam Feng's boat of pleasure surged with each wave, finally unable to hold back, releasing a torrent of spring heat onto Benfeng, who was thrusting vigorously. Her

two jade-like buttocks rose high, dripping with moisture.

Her hair disheveled, the lady's eyes were half-closed as she groaned softly, her body going limp. "My darling, I'm going to die on you..." Before she could finish speaking, she gently turned her jade-like body, as if urging Benfeng to continue his assault.

After a brief pause, waves of wanton words followed. The lady's spring tide had just passed, yet her passion was still burning. Her curves were throbbing with desire, and with Benfeng's thrusts, they began to sway and groan in the rhythm of spring.

"My darling, my darling... I'm coming again." The lady had reached another uncontrollable spring tide.

Benfeng felt the waves of the lady's passion, and his own essence throbbed with electric shocks. "My lady, I'm coming too..."

Before he could finish speaking, Benfeng, along with the lady's another spring tide, both of them reached the peak of ecstasy.

The two embraced, savoring the afterglow of their love.

Little did they know, a murderous aura was already brewing outside. If Benfeng's consciousness were unimpeded, sensing the unusual atmosphere surrounding Madam Feng's bedroom would not have been difficult. However, Benfeng, inside the room, was completely unaware.

Even as the eerie killing intent approached the window, Benfeng remained oblivious, allowing Madam Feng, still conscious after their intimate encounter, to take a towel and wipe his body before slowly dressing him.

Madam Feng could not allow Benfeng to stay overnight in her boudoir.

"Li Benfeng, you shameless scoundrel, what are you doing in my mother's room in the dead of night!" Wang Qingyang's voice was filled with barely suppressed rage.

The silence was shattered as several sinister figures rushed into Madam Feng's boudoir with sharp shouts.

Chapter 53 Ghostly Appearances, Jade Maiden's Fury [Part 1]

"Draw your sword, go to the mourning hall!" Madam Feng's voice rang out

. "Yang'er, your mother is here, what are you doing!" Another voice from Madam Feng's boudoir.

Benfeng disregarded everything else, drew his Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword, leaped up, and unleashed a sword flash. Originally, using his ambiguous identity to mourn the old monster Wang Xizang was probably a strange move in Madam Feng's long-term plan. If it weren't for the fact that he and Madam Feng were so deeply in love that they indulged in some intimate pleasure, Benfeng would have been prepared for another unavoidable bloodbath.

The light emitted by the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword was actually the nemesis of the sinister sword energies. A bloodcurdling groan escaped, and an arm flew up, sending the dark figure that had rushed to the bed retreating in a flash.

"You bunch of useless Yin cultivators from Turtle Tail Mountain, you dare to challenge me!" a childish voice shouted fiercely.

Three dark purple wisps of energy shot out from the embroidered bed! The three dark figures that had stormed into Madam Feng's boudoir screamed in agony, their bodies flying through the air, blasted into puffs of blood mist by the dark purple wisps of energy.

By the dim moonlight, Benfeng saw that the one who had emitted the dark purple wisps of energy and jumped from the embroidered bed to his side was a little girl of eight or nine years old, who looked remarkably like Ying Fuzhen from the Qingque Sect. Ying Fuzhen's incredibly innocent baby face had already imprinted a jade-like image on Benfeng's mind—could this ghostly little girl be her sister? Was she impersonating Madam Feng to trick him into helping her avenge Wang Xicang?

"Hurry to the mourning hall and smash that old ghost Wang Xicang's coffin!" The little girl winked at Benfeng knowingly. "What are you looking at? Look again and you'll be dead!"

Benfeng strode to the window, deflected several sword flashes with his sword, and sped towards the mourning hall. The little girl was right—this sudden bloodbath, aimed at Benfeng's life, and capable of such a grand spectacle, could only be orchestrated by Wang Xicang.

That old codger must have some evil life-saving technique to evade the deadly sword essence of the Three Yang True Man.

The little girl, however, did the opposite. A dark shadow rose up, landing on the Qinghui Pavilion in the backyard, lifting Wang Qingyang, who was standing in the pavilion, and drifting him out of the courtyard.

"Wang Xicang, you old ghost, are you still going to play dead? Show yourself! Don't you want me to drain your precious grandson dry and refine his soul? Then keep playing dead!" The childish voice, floating and ethereal, sent chills down one's spine.

Benfeng landed in the mourning hall and looked around. He only saw the middle-aged man from out of town carrying a sandalwood box.

He was the only one in the hall.

"Not good!" A thought struck him, and the little girl's voice rang in his ears again: "He is Wang Xizang!"

Benfeng was moved, and his dragon-shaped snake shadow sword flew up, striking the middle-aged man violently.

"Li Benfeng, you are not qualified!" The middle-aged man sneered, his palm and fingers like swords, slicing out a black ink sword essence.

"Old ghost Wang, you've been tricked!" A seven-colored purple light emanated from behind Benfeng, covering the sky and instantly absorbing the middle-aged man's black ink sword essence.

Seeing the seven-colored purple light, the middle-aged man showed a look of panic and retreated quickly.

Benfeng's snake shadow azure sword pierced through the chest, actually blasting a human soul into the air. The spiritual eyes of the black lotus male and female pearls blinked, and the snake shadow coiled, absorbing the middle-aged man's soul into the sword.

Boom! A loud explosion sounded behind him. The little girl's leg suddenly grew several feet long, kicking and shattering the coffin.

"You old devil, how dare you harm my sister! I'll grind you to dust!" A sinister green light flashed in the little girl's eyes. She stretched out her arm, grabbed at the air, and drew Wang Xizang's withered body into her palm, instantly turning it into a clump of bluish-gray.

*Pfft!* A breath of dark purple smoke blew out, and the clump of bluish-gray was also completely dissolved.

"When someone dies, not even a bone is left! How cruel! So inhuman at such a young age, what will become of her when she grows up?" Benfeng couldn't help but rebuke the little girl for her actions. The little girl's ruthlessness left Benfeng with lingering fear. However, Benfeng had other plans in mind. Wang Xizang was dead again—it seemed he had easily dispelled the bloodshed surrounding them—Wang Xizang, with such meticulous planning, wouldn't have only hired second- or third-rate helpers. The person whose soul was captured by his green sword couldn't possibly be Wang Xizang's true form—the withered corpse of Wang Xizang that the little girl had transformed into was probably just a switcheroo.

"You're still so young." The little girl giggled, mimicking Benfeng's tone, "Madam, Benfeng is going to torture you..."

Hearing the voices outside, the little girl cried out in a strange, shrill voice, "Eight-Faced Corpse General, don't let a single living person escape!"

A burst of black energy exploded, revealing a black-armored spirit general several dozen feet tall. His giant axe cleaved down, unleashing a fierce gale that instantly blew dozens of people high into the air, scattering them in all directions.

"Let's go, you little rascal, I'll take you to a place of romance and beauty." The little girl put away her magic weapon, shrinking into a cloud of purplish-black mist.

"Our paths diverge, let's go our separate ways." Benfeng, concerned for Madam Feng's safety, leaped out of the mourning hall and floated towards Madam Feng's boudoir.

"You brat, I saved your life and you didn't even say thank you! How dare you disobey me?" The little girl, who had turned into a cloud of purplish-black mist, circled twice in front of Ben Feng before disappearing underground.

Ben Feng ignored her, landed in the backyard, and pushed open Madam Feng's door.

"I missed you so much!" Madam Feng swayed her slender waist and threw herself into Ben Feng's arms, hugging his neck.

Ben Feng was about to kiss Madam Feng when he felt a black mist envelop him. When he realized it, he was already flying through the air against his will.

By this time, the moon had set, and the surroundings were dark, making it difficult to discern directions.

"We're here. You brat, you can sleep in my sister's room for a while, but don't touch my sister's things." Ben Feng landed on a window, next to the little girl with a strange expression.

The little girl was very smug. "If you dare disobey me, from now on, if I tell you to chase chickens, you won't be allowed to beat dogs!"

"Despicable, exploiting people's weaknesses." Ben Feng remained standing on the window, facing outwards.

"As a third-level ghost, of course I'll exploit people's weaknesses. Call me despicable? Fine, I'll be despicable then. I won't pretend to be chivalrous like some people." The little girl entered the room, lit the lamp, and lay down on the embroidered bed without even taking off her shoes. It was

a very elegant boudoir. There were several curtains and two screens depicting flowers, birds, insects, and fish. Inside was a large purple wooden bed. On the wall beside the bed hung a very realistic gold-embroidered painting of the little girl.

"So comfortable, you brat. Want to take a nap? I can keep you company for a few hours." The little girl glanced sideways at Benfeng, who was standing by the window.

"What do you want? Just say it. Don't beat around the bush." Benfeng was annoyed. He couldn't figure out the little girl's identity. She claimed to be a third-level ghost, yet she had an unusual relationship with Madam Feng, and she had shamelessly gone to the boudoir of some wealthy family's daughter, pretending to be someone's sister.

A third-level ghost—who knew which of her lies were true? "

Only ghosts believe ghost stories.

" The little girl mischievously mimicked Benfeng's voice. "Anyway, you treat everything I say as ghost stories, and you'd never believe it even if you were beaten to death. I'm not talking to you anymore, since you don't believe ghost stories anyway." "Sigh

, how pitiful. A disciple of the Zhexing Pavilion of Yingshui Continent, with the cultivation of controlling swords with his heart, is being toyed with by a little ghost who has only reincarnated three times." The little girl hadn't been talking for a while when she couldn't help but tease Benfeng again, glancing sideways at him to see how he would react to her words.

"I have nothing more to say, I'm leaving." Benfeng felt that this little girl was somewhat cute when she wasn't doing anything evil. Knowing she must need his help, he deliberately jumped out of the window and landed on the ground.

It seemed this was a wealthy family's villa, with pavilions and towers surrounding the boudoir, somewhat resembling the style of a Jiangnan water town.

The little girl fell for his trick, leaping out and grabbing Benfeng's clothes. "Don't go! If you leave, I'll be dead! There's a woman who really wants to kill me... Benfeng is a true immortal, with boundless virtue, he certainly won't stand by and watch me die."

"It's settled, am I saving you, or are you saving me?" Benfeng mysteriously turned his back to the little girl.

The little girl stuck out her long tongue fiercely, raising her small hands and swearing, "It was Li Benfeng who saved me, saved me, Ying Fuyan, this little ghost who has just reincarnated three times! In the future, to repay Li Benfeng, I, Ying Fuyan, will do everything in my power to make my sister, Ying Fuzhen, fall head over heels in love with Li Benfeng, never to be separated from him, in life or death." Chapter 54

Ghostly Behavior, Jade Maiden's Fury [Part Two]

Not content with just making a ghostly oath, the little girl then formed a palm print, closed her eyes, and chanted: "Feng Xiaolian, with the 84,000 methods of Buddhism, manifests countless Buddhas and gods; with the 10,000 true cultivation methods of Taoism, manifests countless Earth Immortals, Golden Immortals, and Great Luo Golden Immortals. Amitabha! Supreme True Lord, hasten as the law commands! Li Benfeng, given time, with Feng Xiaolian's ghostly body, ghostly heart, and ghostly supernatural powers, will be in charge of you all. You must go east to find fairies, and you must not go west to find beauties. Those with gold, offer gold; those with silver, offer silver. So be it! Li Benfeng, in high spirits, sleeps with fairies, demon sisters, and demon girls every night..."

"Alright, if you continue, I, Li Benfeng, will be struck by lightning!" Li Benfeng was amused and went into the room with the little girl.

"Before I help you, I need to ask you properly, are you Feng Xiaolian or Ying Fuyan? Or is there another name?" Hearing the little girl's casually uttered oath, Benfeng realized that while her other words couldn't be trusted, the names Ying Fuyan and Feng Xiaolian were likely real.

The boundless ghostly path is truly full of wonders… Xiaolian's jade-like body lay prone in the night, already reporting the Zhou army's entry into Jinyang. Feng Xiaolian, the elder sister of Lady Feng, probably didn't need to display an extremely alluring ghostly appearance to bewitch the nation; just hearing the name Feng Xiaolian would send chills down one's spine. A source of national ruin comparable to Daji, if Dugu Jialuo heard this, would she have nightmares?

"Have you heard 'Willow catkins fall, plum blossoms bloom'?" the little girl blinked and asked Benfeng.

"Yes, Lady Feng sang 'Southward Passing' in Yichun Tower, very melodious, very poignant about national ruin. However, I think it's too subtle; perhaps 'The Yang family will perish, the Li family will rise' would be better," Benfeng said calmly.

The little girl laughed and rolled around on the bed. "You little rascal, you're even worse than me, Feng Xiaolian, and... too reserved! You know how many people died just from that one line, 'Willow catkins fall, plum blossoms bloom'! You're ruthless and straightforward enough. From now on, I won't have to beat around the bush when talking to you... It seems we can't just be husband and wife for one night, we have to... be god-sister and god-brother," the little girl hooked Benfeng's little white foot with hers. "How about this, let's be the closest god-sister and god-brother, and flirt with each other whenever we want?"

"No way! I, Li Benfeng, only flirt with women who are loyal and devoted to me. I'll keep my distance from any woman with ulterior motives." Benfeng yawned. "You're a ghost, I'm an immortal. We don't have much in common, and there's nothing worth doing business with... I need to find a place to sleep. I have to get up and meditate to practice my skills later."

After saying that, Benfeng took the bedding from the bedside, spread it on the floor behind the screen, and lay down.

"My darling...my darling, I am Xiao Lian." A seductive voice rang out as the bed curtains were lifted, revealing Feng Xiao Lian, even more elegant and refined than Madam Feng, clad only in her undergarments, clinging to Ben Feng. Her body was as smooth and warm as jade, a touch of which aroused desire.

Ben Feng knew this was a phantom created by the little girl, so he calmed his mind, pretending not to see or feel anything.

"Good brother, do you like me like this? From now on, Xiao Lian will serve you every night, letting you enjoy your company to the fullest." A strand of hair brushed her face, her breath sweet as orchids, her soft body snuggling closer to Ben Feng.

"Let's keep some distance for now. If there's anything you need me to do, just tell me. For the sake of the kind and righteous Madam Feng, as long as it doesn't violate my principles of morality and cultivation, I'll do my best to help you." Ben Feng couldn't resist the scent of "Xiao Lian" clinging to him, a scent identical to Madam Feng's.

"It's nothing, I...I'm slowly starting to like you too...Sleep well, my little darling..." Her soft body pulled away from Ben Feng.

Benfeng was slightly disappointed, but thinking about the future romantic encounters with Madam Feng, he quickly fell into a sweet sleep.

In his dream, he felt a little girl—whether he should call her Feng Xiaolian or Fuyan—touch him a few times, chuckle softly, and then leave.

His mind detected no unusual magical fluctuations, so Benfeng slept soundly. With a third-stage demon who didn't need sleep protecting him, he was safe.

He slept until the sun broke through the clouds, and the light streaming through the east window became a bit dazzling before he opened his eyes.

There was a note on him: "Remember, don't talk about us, or you'll die. You're sleeping in Sister Fuzhen's Qingque Manor, don't mess with my sister, or you'll die too."

A little girl's threat, Benfeng laughed it off. He stretched, folded the bedding, put it back in its place, sat on the floor, and meditated, practicing the Nine Lotus Mantra for an hour. The star wheel above his head spun in the sunlight, and he felt a faint connection with the rising sun. His mind's energy channels stretched, and he could hear even the slightest sounds within a ten-mile radius. His mind was incredibly clear.

He rose from his meditation, opened the door, and walked into the courtyard.

Ying Fuzhen's Qingque Manor was furnished like that of a southern noble family, exceptionally pleasant.

There were no servants or maids in the courtyard, yet the rooms and surroundings were impeccably organized. Could it be that Ying Fuzhen often came to clean it herself? Her home was in Wuyi; why would she travel all the way to the north to build such a large villa?

It was best to leave sooner rather than later. In Qianmen Town, when Ying Fuzhen fled, she had sworn to Benfeng: "Even if I'm shattered to pieces, I'll kill you, you scoundrel who colluded with a demoness!"

Better to be a broken jade than a whole tile—Ying Fuzhen's purity rivaled that of Hua Wei, the younger sister from Kunlun.

There are too many demons and sorcerers in the world, yet they insist on taking their anger out on me, Li Benfeng, and Miss Mingyue. You can't just pick on the weak—alas, in this world, those who lack strength have no right to reason with others. We'll see. Perhaps one day, you'll be begging me, Li Benfeng, offering yourselves as concubines, and I'll have to see if you're to my liking, if you're truly sincere.

Looking at the picturesque Qingque Manor with its flowing streams and swimming fish, Benfeng sighed inexplicably.

Leaving Qingque Manor, he stood on a high hill and looked for the direction of Tianlai Mountain. Tianlai Mountain was northeast of the earthen hill where Qingque Manor was located. Now, the highest point of Tianlai Mountain was Tianlian Peak, but ordinary people couldn't see it. At

this time, he wondered if Senior Sister Tianqin and Junior Sister Tianyin were busy in the fields or practicing their swordsmanship on Haotian Peak.

Seeing Gan Chifeng, Bai Mingdao, Lian Duanshan, and Hui Mianjin from Qingcheng Gate walking along the mountain path, Benfeng knew this new day would be anything but peaceful.

"The tree desires stillness, but the wind will not cease. It seems that killing each other out of hatred has become a daily necessity." Benfeng shook his head and shouted at the four who were searching for a path, "Looking for me, Li Benfeng? Hurry up, or you'll be out of luck!"

Hearing Benfeng's words, the four who were searching for a path paused, stopping in their tracks. Their internal injuries had not yet healed; if they truly encountered Benfeng's Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword, they would only be doomed.

"How arrogant! This time, let's see who you can call to help you!" Ying Fuzhen's voice rang out, still ten miles away, "Truly shameless! Not content with just yourself, you bring your unclean woman to my manor for your own pleasure."

The voice was followed by the sword's arrival; the Rainbow Wave Sword of the Qingque Sword crashed down!

Chapter 55 Ghostly Appearance, Jade Maiden's Fury [Part 3]

Benfeng's essence swirled, rushing towards the hilt of the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword. Two solid golden dragon scales had grown from the dragon-shaped hilt. This time, Benfeng wanted to test the power of the dragon-shaped golden light.

Yingfuzhen's jade shadow had already rushed within three miles.

Boom! Two dragon shadows burst forth with golden light, colliding with the rainbow wave sword light of the Qingque Sword. Benfeng's long-accumulated essence yang drew upon the life force of the two dragon souls coiled within the sword, causing the golden light of the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword to suddenly intensify, slamming the sword light of the Qingque Sword into the sky! Benfeng

breathed a sigh of relief: he had directly confronted the combined sword light of Yingfuzhen's sword without resorting to trickery, achieving a draw.

"Hmph! What's there to be so smug about!" Yingfuzhen's Qingque Sword swirled down, its sword light suddenly blooming, weaving a crescent-shaped sword wheel. The sword wheel grew longer and longer, its speed decreasing, and the rainbow waves of the sword wheel gradually thickened, encircling Benfeng's body.

"Li Benfeng, surrender now!" Tuan Yingfuzhen clearly didn't want to kill Benfeng with a single sword strike.

Standing a mile away, Gan Chifeng and his three companions, seeing Yingfuzhen's move, had a minor argument. Gan Chifeng didn't want to fight, didn't want to use someone else's hand to settle the score for his sect's grudge. Bai Mingdao, however, wanted to use this opportunity to eliminate Li Benfeng. Bai Mingdao used his sect's secret language, saying that Kunlun had ordered that Li Benfeng was an anomaly among Daoist cultivators; killing him would allow them to obtain a magic weapon from Kunlun—why not? Lian Duanshan and Hui Mianjin shared the same idea as Gan Chifeng, also not wanting to use someone else's hand. Bai Mingdao, unable to act alone, had no choice but to endure.

Benfeng leaped back, dodging Ying Fuzhen's sword wheel, and said to Gan Chifeng and the others, "Look around, there are no less than a hundred people who want to kill me, Li Benfeng. What a great opportunity!"

Gan Chifeng said, "In the battle of Qianmen Town, my Qingcheng Sect was acting under orders and had no choice but to do so. This time, we are here only to avenge our sect. We do not wish to fight with others, so we will take our leave!"

Benfeng did not expect the four of them to have such pride. He dodged Ying Fuzhen's sword again and laughed, "If I, Li Benfeng, am not dead in this battle, we can arrange a time to fight again. I am fleeing for my life!" He fled as soon

as he said he would. Benfeng's mind sensed that more and more people were surrounding him, especially the sinister aura that was secretly lurking around him. It felt like he was facing the middle-aged man who had emitted black ink sword energy in the Wang family's mourning hall—it must be that old ghost Wang Xizang, his spirit is hard to shake off.

Taking advantage of the incomplete encirclement, Benfeng immediately released a Flying Cloud Talisman given to him by Senior Sister Yixuan and sped towards Tianlai Mountain.

Ying Fuzhen never expected that after fighting him head-on, Li Benfeng would take advantage of the moment while talking to Gan Chifeng and the others to flee without a fight. He couldn't calm his anger and shouted, "Li Benfeng, you are shameless! If I had known, I would have killed you with one sword!"

"Sect Master Ying, we'll meet again..." Benfeng was about to say a few more teasing words when he was shocked to find that a bloodthirsty aura was pressing down on him. Crimson

Fire Tortoise Yin Banner! Hou Kewen, the Sect Master of the Tortoise Tail Seven Fiends Sect, appeared.

"Boy, you killed a disciple of my Tortoise Tail Seven Fiends Sect and you think you can just let it go like this?" A white figure floated on a thousand-hole old tree, his face pale and gloomy, and his lower body—legless, shrouded in a cloud of dark green mist.

Benfeng, not wanting to prolong the fight, unleashed his Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword, slashing at Hou Kewen.

Two golden dragon shadows flashed, instantly dispelling the bloodthirsty aura, and the three-zhang-long Crimson Fire Tortoise Banner shattered with a deafening roar!

Hou Kewen retreated, cursing angrily, while Benfeng had already taken flight on a talisman, landing atop Fire Hill Mountain. It was truly fortunate; he had gained about half a cup of tea's time. Senior Sister Yi Xuan's Flying Cloud Talisman was far superior to any ordinary one. Benfeng glanced at the mountain's direction; his recent journey had taken him at least two hundred li from Qingque Manor.

When he first arrived in Langya, Benfeng had studied the terrain of Langya using a map hand-drawn by Liu Changfeng. Fire Hill Mountain was in the northwest of Langya, surrounded by continuous mountains, ideal for concealment.

Being blocked by this treacherous Hou Kewen, Benfeng understood that returning to Tianlai Mountain was impossible. This treacherous man, like a mantis stalking a cicada unaware of the oriole behind, had likely planned this all along, intending to kill him, Li Benfeng, on this journey.

Benfeng was unaware that the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls in Qianmen Town had revealed their true forms, greatly enticing the Yin cultivators of the Ghost Path. Even without Kunlun's secret instructions, they would still kill the one who possessed the treasure.

One of the three great treasures of the Earthly Ancestor of the North Sea Underworld Palace, obtaining it was equivalent to thirty to fifty years of Yin cultivation.

Three people approached!

Dou Chenzi, a disciple of the Underworld Valley, wielding the Thousand-Thread Red Vine Sword, and his two junior brothers.

Benfeng turned around and saw a dark, oppressive net descending from the southwest. A thin, withered humanoid figure with a belly as large as a spider was wrapped in the net. Yin

energy shrouded the southeast as well.

"Dou Chenzi!" Benfeng released his flying sword, which emitted a green snake shadow.

The three Thousand-Thread Red Vine Swords burst forth with three bursts of blazing red silk, enveloping Benfeng's sword aura.

The green light suddenly shattered, the red silk was absorbed by the snake shadow, and Dou Chenzi and his two brothers coughed up blood and fell to the ground. Benfeng's mind cleared, and his vital energy surged forth, the golden dragon scales striking the black spiderweb to the southwest.

"Arrogant brat! Daring to collide with my Black Fiend Poison Spider Web! You dare not take me, the Black Fiend Blood Spider King, seriously!" Having escaped the pursuit of the Shu Mountain flying swords three times, the Blood Spider King unleashed its Black Fiend Poison Spider Web in a rage.

A thousand spiders, ten thousand poisons! The moment the Blood Spider King released its Blood Fiend Poisonous Qi, which had absorbed the poisons of the world for three hundred years, Benfeng's clear mind immediately became clouded, his consciousness going blank.

The golden dragon scales of the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword struck the spiderweb like a pile of cotton, pulling out a circle of black silk over ten feet long that wrapped around the sword. The black silk quickly dissipated the golden light.

Seeing the danger, Benfeng's mind stirred. He sheathed the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword and simultaneously released hundreds of jujube branch swords from his body. The jujube branch swords struck the spiderweb, but like dragonflies caught in a net, they were instantly entangled by the spider silk and vanished without a trace.

"So you think your disciples from the Ying Shui Zhou Zhe Xing Ge are so capable? Mere child's play, only inviting ridicule!" The Blood Spider King sneered several times, then announced loudly, "Sorry everyone, first come, first served!"

The Blood Spider King used its Black Fiend Spider Web to trap Ben Feng, then vanished into the ground.

Ben Feng only felt sand entering his ears and mouth, and his consciousness barely registered that the Blood Spider King's hundred legs were moving, crawling through the mud and rocks.

A splash—the sound of earth and rocks falling into water. Ben Feng suddenly felt himself floating, his body swaying involuntarily. It seemed he had arrived at an open space, or perhaps a cave in the ground. Although he didn't open his eyes, he could sense the dark light before him.

"Boy, catching you wasn't easy. I hid a hundred feet below the ground in Qianmen Town, and I almost got turned to mush by the Buddha's golden throne! Open your eyes, you can at least live for another year or two." The Blood Spider King chuckled sinisterly.

Ben Feng opened his eyes and saw a tomb with several phosphorescent lamps lit. The tomb was at least three zhang high and over twenty zhang in circumference, supported by several dark red pillars in the center. Several bronze cauldrons stood around the tomb walls, and several thick, long vines stretched across the tomb. A jade coffin without a lid was placed in the center, but it was empty. Benfeng,

covered in spiderwebs, was hanging from an old vine root, swaying precariously.

The Blood Spider King, who had stood up, was less than three chi tall. His head, arms, and legs were so small they were almost negligible. His belly was like a drum, but like a honeycomb, full of purplish-black flesh-holes.

He called himself "Old Man," indicating he was human.

With a slurping sound, the Blood Spider King grabbed a dozen crimson spiders from a bronze cauldron beside him and swallowed them.

"Want a few Blood Poison Spiders from Turtle Shade Valley to fill your stomach?" As the Blood Spider King spoke, his head, which rose slightly from his belly, revealed a pair of dull, lifeless eyes.

Benfeng spat out the mud and sand in his mouth, "You old poisonous creature, put me down now!"

"Oh, I forgot." The Blood Spider King chanted a few incantations, and the Black Fiend Poison Spider Web loosened. "Take whatever you want from here. From now on, we're one family. If you don't like the food here, I'll take you to the best restaurant in Langya City."

"That old ghost Wang Xicang would never dream that I would be hiding under the tomb of Bo Ren, so close to his Wang family mansion... Kid, if you're thinking about that kind of thing, I'll go and kidnap Madam Feng, the widow who's been a virgin for thirteen years, and I'll make sure you two are like dry wood meeting a raging fire, so passionate you won't even know your parents' names anymore!"

Chapter 56 Ghostly Encounters, Jade Maiden's Fury [Part Four]

On Fire Hill, the Blood Spider King got there first and obtained the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls, and Wang Xicang's forbearance finally reached its limit. In terms of wealth and power, no one in the Hedong area could compare to Wang Xicang; even the sword immortals of Shu Mountain couldn't kill the Blood Spider King. But Wang Xicang was very confident: "I'll make sure you, Blood Spider King, lie dead at midnight, not until dawn.

" It wasn't because of him, but because of his wealth and power. The ghostly cultivators in the Hedong area, upon seeing Wang Xicang's "Langya Elegant Collection Post" about killing the Blood Spider King, swarmed around him like flies to filth, digging three feet into the ground to track him down.

Some scoffed at this.

Su Chuo.

This old ghost, of course, wasn't dead either. His life-saving technique was different from the Corpse Spirit Splitting Technique practiced by Wang Xicang. Wang Xicang's Corpse Spirit Splitting Technique used a corpse spirit to control the soul, borrowing another's body to cultivate the soul and advance in realms, while readily abandoning his own physical body. From splitting the soul to merging the soul, the realm was equivalent to the late Nascent Soul stage of orthodox Daoism. With the aid of advancement magic treasures, one could break through to the Earth Immortal Returning to Emptiness realm in thirty to fifty years.

However, the risks of splitting and merging the soul were extremely high. If one encountered the extremely yin body of a true reincarnated ghost cultivator, the split soul would be broken, and all previous efforts would be wasted. Even the true soul might become someone else's possession.

Su Chuo focused solely on external alchemy—using sixty years to create forty-nine incredibly realistic external alchemy "living cauldrons." In Qianmen Town, facing the Three Yang True Man's natal sword essence, Su Chuo and Wang Xicang actually died somewhat "in a rush." Having feigned death once more, Su Chuo clearly understood the gap between himself and others. Therefore, he concealed his true form deep within the valleys of Tianlai Mountain, remaining hidden even from his own son, Su Wei.

He feigned weakness to peacefully cultivate in seclusion. Su Chuo was far more cunning than Wang Xicang, who directly used wealth and power to influence the powerful cultivators of the ghost path. When Dugu Jialuo left Tianlai Mountain to return to Chang'an, he used his ape-like body, the "living cauldron," to have a heartfelt conversation with Dugu Jialuo and her son Su Wei all night about the true path of external alchemy.

Dugu Jialuo's arrogant and domineering heart surged once more. She wanted to follow Su Chuo's guidance, build an alchemy chamber in Zhongnan Mountain to refine true elixirs, and become a true immortal empress who controlled the fate of the world.

Deep within the valley, Su Chuo smiled—the art of controlling the emperor; no matter how vast one's wealth, it could not compare to the extensive acquisition and annexation by the imperial family. The Sui Dynasty was vast and rich in resources. From the expansive Central Plains to the Western Regions of Turkic and Tuyuhun, and the Lingnan region, the entire world was a treasure trove of natural wonders and rare artifacts. With the imperial family as puppets for external alchemy, how could they not cultivate to the level of a Golden Immortal, comparable to Kunlun and Shushan, and ascend to the Three Realms?

If Wang Xicang obstructs my, Su Chuo's, ascension to the Nine Palaces of the Central Palace, I will surely annihilate your true soul and all your fragmented souls in other people's bodies!

Everyone for themselves! The two old ghosts each had their own plans; the outcome remained to be seen. Even those considered "dog-slaughtering bastards" by the Three Yang True Man had their own secret cultivation paths to ascension.

...

The Blood Spider King was no ordinary man either. Daring to take a "superior-grade magic weapon" that others coveted but dared not take in full view of everyone, he had clearly planned his escape route well in advance.

He possessed several underground palaces for his secret cultivation.

The tomb beneath Bo Ren's grave is merely a temporary resting place.

The old ghost, having trapped Ben Feng in a black spiderweb of poison, placed him on the ground. Suddenly hearing Ben Feng's voice, it was quite horrified, using its slender, needle-like fingers to test Ben Feng's pulse, who was now utterly powerless to resist.

The Blood Spider King, its eyes, mostly white, hidden beneath its belly, scratched its head in bewilderment. What kind of Daoist cultivator was this? How could he be so strange?

"Strange, strange indeed! How can you speak, brat?" The Blood Spider King was somewhat alarmed. No one had ever been afflicted with the Blood Fiend Poisonous Qi and yet immediately spoken and moved freely. This brat, Li Ben Feng, could speak while trapped in the black spiderweb of poison, and could walk around freely as soon as he was on the ground!

This! The Daoist cultivation methods of the Zhexing Pavilion disciples are truly wondrous! He hadn't even fully grasped the embryonic breathing of the Innate Realm, yet he possessed a Nascent Soul and was immune to all poisons! This is infuriating!

Enraged, the Blood Spider King slammed Benfeng to the ground with its belly.

"You old poisoner, have you lost your mind?" Benfeng, in a dangerous situation, overheard the Blood Spider King's mutterings and roughly understood that the old poisoner had mistaken him for a cultivation artifact for a Yin cultivator. His life was temporarily spared, and he began to ponder how to escape.

Although he was still mobile, he seemed to lack even the strength to wield a sword; going out would only lead to his death. It was better to stay by the old poisoner's side for now, observe his insidious schemes, and then look for an opportunity.

"I'm so angry! The Zhexing Pavilion is so angry! Li Benfeng, you brat, you're so angry!" The Blood Spider King, truly insane, pressed its massive belly against Benfeng. "In this world, are there any Daoist cultivators more monstrous and wicked than those from Gulingqiu? Tell me, did you obtain your natal nascent soul by refining the tortoise soul of that dead ghost, the Northern Underworld Ancestor?"

"I don't know anything about the Northern Underworld Ancestor. Move your stinking spider belly away... I can't breathe, I'm going to die!" Benfeng smelled the stench emanating from the Blood Spider King and felt nauseous, wanting to vomit.

The Blood Spider King stopped its rampage and cast three restrictive spells, rendering Benfeng unable to speak or move, before hanging him back on the vine roots.

Fearing any further mishap, it then covered Benfeng with a Black Fiend Poison Spider Web before forcibly shoving a Cleansing Soul Nourishing Pill into his mouth.

"From this day forward, if you utter the word 'death' again, I will ensure you never speak again. If you die at the hands of me, Blood Spider King Gu Lingqiu, what face will I, Gu Lingqiu, have left to be called one of the Seven Great Demon Kings alongside those old monsters like the Earthly Ancestor? The Earthly Ancestor is dead, but I don't believe it. Without seeing the Eight-Faced Split-Tongue Embryonic Stone, even if you utter a thousand words, I, Gu Lingqiu, don't believe those three little darlings of Kunlun could do anything to the Earthly Ancestor!"

Blood Spider King stretched out his monstrous head, like a newly hatched mountain bird, craning its neck.

"In the Wang family's mourning hall, was what that brat released truly the seven-colored purple light of the Eight-Faced Split-Tongue Embryonic Stone?" Blood Spider King released a gray, tangible spider silk, pulling Ben Feng onto his head. "When I ask you questions, just shake your head or nod."

"Did that brat and you have a passionate encounter?"

Ben Feng shook his head.

"That night at Qingque Manor, did she do it to you, or did you do it to her?"

Ben Feng still shook his head.

"A stone, with jagged edges on all four sides? Like a rake?"

"About three inches long, yellow, black, red, green, white, blue, and purple?"

"A three-turn ghost, Feng Xiaolian, Ying Fuzhen?"

Ben Feng shook his head repeatedly. He already knew what the Blood Spider King was thinking. The old ghost wasn't satisfied with just getting the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls; he also wanted the Eight-Sided Tongue Embryonic Stone. Truly, human greed knows no bounds. He's already reached the Demon King realm, yet he doesn't hurry to find a secluded place to cultivate quietly and await his opportunity, instead, he's still greedily calculating other people's magical treasures.

If he could speak, Ben Feng really wanted to rebuke the Blood Spider King: Even if he gets the three magical treasures of the Earthly Ancestor, does he still want to get his hands on the Yin-Yang Nine-Ring Cauldron of Kunlun and the Golden Palace Natal Sword Yuanzun? Does he also want to sit in the position of the Kunlun Sect Master and make all the Earth Immortals and Golden Immortals of the Outer Daoist Cultivation bow down at his feet!

The Blood Spider King could actually read Ben Feng's mind; he understood what Ben Feng wanted to say. Stretching his shrunken, inhuman head, he chuckled smugly. "Once I devise a plan to capture that third-tier brat, I'll know the whereabouts of the Eight-Faced Split-Tongue Embryo Stone. Then, even if the ten Golden Immortals of Kunlun surround me, my Ancient Spirit Hill will still be able to escape."

Judging from the Blood Spider King's tone, it seemed his escape techniques were unparalleled.

Chapter 57 Ghostly Appearances, Jade Maiden's Fury [Part Five]

The Eight-Sided Split-Tongue Implant Stone. In Wang Xicang's Langya Collection, he deliberately included a lifelike portrait of an ancient implantation stone that drove the ghost cultivators mad with desire.

To create a portrait of a stone—Wang Xicang truly possessed a grand scheme. Even third-rate ghost cultivators, upon hearing the news of such a superior magical artifact capable of directly giving birth to a congenital soul embryo, would undoubtedly flock to it.

As darkness fell, the ghost cultivators of the Hedong region mobilized. Ghostly houses and cemeteries were filled with shadowy figures.

"You think you're worthy!" Thirty miles northeast of Bo Ren's tomb, five miles southwest of Qing Que Manor, in a sunny, high slope within a green mulberry grove, the Blood Spider King's eager third-rank ghost, with two thin braids pointing upwards and a meter-long, multicolored, writhing, hairy monster on its back, slowly moved through the mulberry grove.

The monster swallowed mulberry leaves. In the time it takes for two or three incense sticks to burn, the monster had consumed five or six acres of mulberry leaves. However, the green mulberry grove soon sprouted black mulberry leaves three times larger than the original green leaves.

"Ghost Yin Mulberry, Wuyi Purple Jade Silkworm, in two more hours, the monster on this third-rank ghost will spit out purple silk." The Blood Spider King, carrying Benfeng wrapped in a black venomous spider web, hid among the stones outside Bo Ren's tomb, leisurely.

"You can speak now." The Blood Spider King chanted a spell, releasing Benfeng from a restrictive spell.

Benfeng, however, kept his eyes closed and said nothing. The Blood Spider King, this old poisonous creature, had laid down two circular poison barrier arrays in the Qingque Manor, like an experienced hunter, waiting for the third-rank ghost disguised as Ying Fuyan to walk into his trap.

Third-rank ghosts—how many exist in the boundless ghost realm? Probably as numerous as the common people in the human world, a drop in the ocean.

Whether she was Ying Fuyan or Feng Xiaolian, tonight, she would have to be reincarnated again. Benfeng felt a pang of sorrow. He was naturally compassionate towards the weak, and also because of the intimate encounter he had shared with Madam Feng in her room.

From now on, he would treat Feng Xiaolian as Feng Xiaolian. Thinking back to that passionate encounter where he mistook this ruthless and cunning woman for Madam Feng, Benfeng couldn't help but indulge in some fantasies… Feng Xiaolian, when you are reincarnated this time, I hope you don't ruin your life, and instead give birth to a woman of unparalleled beauty…

Suddenly, a strange light flashed from the mouth of the Wuyi Purple Jade Silkworm on Feng Xiaolian's body.

Purple silk threads! One red, one blue, one white!

In the darkness, they were exceptionally dazzling. Six or seven slender figures were immediately entangled by the purple silk threads as soon as they approached, and within moments, their bodies had turned into several clumps of murky liquid.

Benfeng's cultivation level only allowed him to see the purple silk threads soaring upwards.

"You fools from Turtle Tail Mountain, don't you dare ruin my grand plan!" The Blood Spider King grabbed Ben Feng and flew towards the dark mulberry forest. Circling the shimmering forest twice, his spider silk swirling, he claimed the lives of over thirty Yin cultivators.

Killing was commonplace for him!

"Boy, come to Qingque Manor for tea!" After the killing, the Blood Spider King pinched Ben Feng's nose triumphantly. "Tonight, I'll let you taste Ying Fuzhen's forbidden love."

The Blood Spider King released an invisibility talisman, but still carefully monitored the surrounding magical fluctuations before slipping into Qingque Manor.

Ben Feng, unable to move, was laid flat on Ying Fuzhen's embroidered bed by the Blood Spider King.

"Feng Xiaolian, Ying Fuyan, I'm going to sleep with your sister Ying Fuzhen in the brocade quilt." The Blood Spider King mimicked Ben Feng's voice, calling out.

"Li Ben Feng, you shameless scoundrel!" Ying Fuzhen's figure gracefully landed in the room.

A sword aura flashed, tearing Benfeng's clothes to shreds and leaving a bloody gash on his left shoulder.

"You!" Ying Fuzhen hesitated for a moment.

Thud! Benfeng involuntarily leaped up, his hands aimed straight for Ying Fuzhen's breasts.

He grabbed them!

"You! Die!" Ying Fuzhen dodged, her Qingque sword flashing violently! Seven or eight more bloody gashes instantly appeared on Benfeng's body.

"Hurry up and run! Get as far away from your sister as possible! The Blood Spider King is going to harm you!" Benfeng saw three purple threads shooting towards the Blood Spider King and immediately warned him.

Benfeng estimated that after saying this, the Blood Spider King wouldn't give him another chance to speak!

The Blood Spider King revealed itself, flicking out a dark green talisman that struck Benfeng, who fell straight to the floor.

"Sister, run!" A long purple thread flew to Ying Fuzhen, who lightly grasped it and sprang to her feet.

"What about him?" Ying Fuzhen glanced back at Benfeng lying on the ground. "The Blood Spider King kills without blinking an eye; he'll die."

"Woman's compassion! If you save him, you'll be the one who dies!" A childish voice, utterly devoid of humanity.

"He really will die." Flying five miles away, Ying Fuzhen glanced back again.

"How could he die? The Blood Spider King treats him like a treasure." The voice faded into the distance, and the two figures were already ten miles away.

The Blood Spider King watched the two jade-like figures, one tall and one short, drift away, but he calmly took the tea set from the room, brewed a cup of Wuyi Red Robe tea, and took a sip with an air of refinement.

"My darling, that's not right of you. I went to great lengths to let you taste the first bud of the Qingque Sect Master, but you insisted on asking for trouble. Do you think I really didn't want to kill you?" The Blood Spider King spat a mouthful of hot tea onto the peach tree outside the window.

A centuries-old peach tree vanished in an instant.

Benfeng, still able to speak, said, "Old Poisonous One, one of the Seven Great Demon Kings, why use such a childish method? A Third-Rank Ghostly Demon possesses the Ghostly Eye Realm; your invisibility arrays are completely ineffective against her. I never expected you to be so stupid!"

"What Ghostly Eye Realm? I don't believe it! A Third-Rank Ghostly Demon can't even withstand the golden light of the sun, how could she reach the Ghostly Eye Realm?" The Blood Spider King flipped Benfeng over, staring at him with its pair of white eyes like a hanged ghost.

"Believe it or not, I can't even understand the innate embryonic breathing, yet I possess what you call a Nascent Soul. It's not up to you whether you believe it or not. The realm of cultivation is vast and boundless, and the methods of cultivation are endless. A frog in a well will naturally not understand that there are heavens beyond heavens." Benfeng's words were casual; he had no basis whatsoever for the Ghostly Eye Realm.

It was just a lie. The Blood Spider King sometimes seemed quite naive.

Despite suffering the excruciating pain of the Yin Cultivation Ghost Talisman, Benfeng found amusement in his misery and teased the Blood Spider King.

"Hmph, I don't care about his ghostly powers. Now that you mention it, I can be certain that little girl has been given the Eight-Faced Split-Tongue Implant Stone. It seems the Earthly Ancestor is truly finished; someone has secretly plotted against him." The Blood Spider King's white eyes suddenly turned bloodshot.

"Perhaps, it really is fate! Let's go!" The Blood Spider King picked up Benfeng and threw him out the window. A Yin Talisman flew and stuck to Benfeng's back, and Benfeng was involuntarily propelled eastward.

Sun Furnace Mountain. Benfeng landed stiffly on the summit of Sun Furnace Mountain.

A few wisps of breeze, yet a warm sun like daylight soothed his meridians. Although he still couldn't move freely, he felt his heart, suppressed by the Blood Fiend Poison, could finally move again.

"Little girl, stop hiding in the graveyard! The Eight-Sided Tongue Stone is mine, and I, the Blood Spider King, am determined to have

it." The silence of the mountains was broken; the Blood Spider King had deliberately exposed himself. "You coward! Look at your character, you dare call yourself one of the Seven Great Demon Kings! You'll only be reborn as an animal!"

Hearing the childish yet piercing voice, the Blood Spider King flew into a rage!

He leaped up with his sword, plunging into the deep valley below the peak. He swept past a curtain of water in the valley, but before he even landed, several bursts of seven-colored purple light exploded in succession, and the Blood Spider King's figure froze.

Rushing through a dark valley between cliffs shrouded in a sliver of moonlight, Benfeng struggled to maintain a semblance of clarity in his mind.

The Blood Spider King spun around, unleashing countless red, black, and purplish-blue spider silks, which coalesced into dozens of silk bullets, each half a foot thick, which then blasted into the air!

Earth and rocks flew, the mountains shook, and the earth trembled!

Chapter 58 Soul-Hooking

A dark valley over fifty miles long, the seven-colored purple light clashed violently with the Blood Spider King's red, black, and purplish-blue silk bullets, creating a dazzling spectacle! Rocks scattered and tumbled, smashing the valley walls, creating honeycomb-like gaps.

The Blood Spider King, carrying Benfeng, disregarded everything and charged into the depths of the valley!

He had been to this valley twice before. The depths of the valley were the site of the battle between the Earthly Ancestor and the South Sea Moon Wheel Serpent Demon five hundred years ago—only a legend, no one had ever seen it. Even the Earthly Ancestor, who had mastered the Thousand Souls Annihilation Technique using the three Earthly Treasures, wouldn't dare to be arrogant enough to challenge him in a one-on-one duel—the three Golden Immortals of Kunlun fought the Earthly Ancestor for three years, only obtaining one of the three treasures, the Nine Thorn-like Jade. The Moon Wheel Serpent Demon's Brahma Light Melting Moon Wheel and Moon Essence Flying Silk were only known by name, never seen in reality. Whether

the depths of the Dark Valley were water or earth, no one knew.

"Boy, fate, opportunity—whether it's fortune or misfortune, it's up to you!" The Blood Spider King affixed seven or eight talismans to Ben Feng's body, woven a four- or five-foot-thick silk slingshot to bind him, and launched him away.

Sending others to their deaths, just to investigate the truth of a legendary place. The Blood Spider King was gambling with the heavens; if this boy wasn't destined to die, perhaps he could truly obtain the Eight-Sided Split-Tongue Embryonic Stone. As long as this boy lived, it would be heaven's help.

Entangled in spider silk, Benfeng suddenly felt the same way he had when he and his senior sister Tianqin were enveloped in three layers of icy energy in the Earthly Infant Spring. The difference was that the Earthly Infant Spring was extremely cold, while this time it was an alternation of yin cold and scorching heat. Moreover, the self-spinning yang essence in his heart and acupoints could withstand it completely.

Every perilous situation was a rare opportunity for training.

Benfeng, grateful for his master's insightful guidance imprinted on his heart tablet, slowly entered a state of tranquility and introspection amidst the swirling silk threads. He felt like an infant curled up in the womb, his mind's consciousness shrinking and becoming subtle, seeing a cool yet warm water stream surrounding him, as radiant as the sun.

He freely merged into this water stream.

The silk threads flew, yet he felt no time or space, no light or darkness, and didn't know whether he was spinning or quietly floating in a wondrous space.

Quietly floating.

Benfeng smiled. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a void of liquid, his limbs outstretched, drifting up and down at will.

"Boy, are you still alive?" The Blood Spider King's uncertain voice reached my ears.

"Excellent..." Benfeng said cheerfully.

"What's inside?" The Blood Spider King was impatient.

"You—damn it, I haven't even had a chance to see yet. It seems...maybe...we've already descended into the eighteen levels of hell. The Skinning Hell, the Oil Cauldron Hell, the Knife Mountain Hell, the Blood Pool Hell...Ox-Headed Demons, Horse-Face Demons, Bone-Steaming Demons..." As Benfeng spoke, he saw the image of hell he was talking about: a two-finger-wide underground passage in the void, with an endless sea of blood churning beneath it, and the deafening sounds of ghosts—it seemed there should be hell with ox-headed demons and horse-faced demons...

the eighteen levels of hell, the soul-snatching underground passage.

The soul-snatching underground passage was something he had seen with his own eyes, while the eighteen levels of hell were an instinctive association for Benfeng.

Having experienced a near-death experience in Thousand Gates Town, Benfeng's heart was surging with energy, and his surprise outweighed his panic. Looking up and down, he imagined: the gates of hell are wide open, come in quickly—disloyalty and filial impiety violate heavenly principles, those with a Buddha's mouth and a serpent's heart fall into this gate—the cries of ghosts and howls of wolves are heard, blood-

soaked waves rise ten thousand feet high—countless bull-headed and horse-faced figures, ferociously guarding the Bridge of Helplessness… Hearing Benfeng's words,

the Blood Spider King was overjoyed: this kid is alive, deliberately using words to deceive me, there must be a great world inside. Excellent. The Blood Spider King stopped his spinning, silk-spinning spider body and looked around. At this time, the seven-colored purple light that had surged into the dark valley had dissipated, and he could travel unimpeded to the place where the two demon kings were fighting. But

he didn't. After observing for a few breaths, he moved forward one step and stopped. With each step forward, he would release probing spider silk, not letting go of any suspicious detail.

Better safe than sorry.

"The Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls, the Eight-Sided Forked Tongue Stone, if I could also use Li Benfeng's status in the Star-Covering Pavilion to help me break through the Heavenly Lotus Sword Sea at Heavenly Lotus Peak and find the Nine Purple Heaven Bracelets, then the three great magic treasures of the Earthly Nether Ancestor would all fall into the hands of my Ancient Spirit Hill..." The Blood Spider King wanted to laugh wildly, but he held back.

There was no path ahead, only a white ribbon of water.

Could it be the Moon Wheel Serpent Demon's Moonlight Flying Ribbon? The Blood Spider King's heart raced again.

Spider silk flew out, but he couldn't sense any magical fluctuations from the white ribbon of water. He tried again, ten, twenty, thirty... three hundred!

The white ribbon of water vanished into thin air.

"It was just an illusion!" The Blood Spider King's heart relaxed.

Looking around, he saw an extremely narrow white stone path, only two fingers wide, surrounded by rising mist, with no end in sight—for the Blood Spider King, as long as there was something as thin as a hair to lean on, he could move freely. In a blur, he seemed to see Li Benfeng, limbs outstretched, suspended in mid-air.

He stepped onto the stone path.

This step led him into the realm of life and death—the Soul-Hooking Underworld Path.

The Blood Spider King saw the hellish scene Benfeng had described even more clearly. Suspended in the void, the Soul-Hooking Underworld Path churned beneath him in a sea of blood. As the crimson waves rose, countless one-armed and half-bodied ghosts wielding soul-hooking forks stared wide-eyed at the Blood Spider King. They clung to life

, afraid of death.

The Blood Spider King's mind trembled violently! He forced himself to take thirty-seven steps forward…falling down eighteen times, then clinging desperately to his spider silk, crawling forward seven more steps before finally giving in—the spider silk suspending him snapped!

Thirty-seven plus seven equals forty-four, an extremely ominous number.

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die!" he screamed hysterically, the Blood Spider King falling unwillingly into the steaming sea of blood.

"Li Benfeng, you lied to me! I'll haunt you as a ghost—I'll never let you go!" Before disappearing into the sea of blood, the Blood Spider King roared desperately at Benfeng, who sat atop the Sun-Reflecting Pine.

Golden light pierced the clouds. Benfeng swung his legs, contentedly watching the eastern sunrise.

It's so good to be alive.

Even better was that Benfeng, through his inner circulation of breath, sensed the water of the void within his heart—warm water like that of the womb.

This extremely vicious monster, the Blood Spider King, had, by a twist of fate, allowed Benfeng to witness a scene of life and death determined by destiny. Without encountering the dark valley of Sun-Roasted Furnace Mountain, Benfeng would have been unable to escape the Blood Spider King's clutches.

There is a divine will at work.

Benfeng meditated for a full three hours. Refreshed, he sat atop the Sun-Reflecting Pine and ate a few milk lotus fruits from the Casting Furnace Peak of Sun-Roasted Furnace Mountain, which could satisfy his hunger.

As the sun rose higher, Benfeng searched for nourishing and protective herbs like the Earth Fire Lotus and the Jade Green Grass in places like Casting Furnace Peak and Sun Cauldron Valley of Sun Furnace Mountain.

Through internal visualization and breath control, Benfeng sensed the weak pulse fluctuations of Senior Sister Tianqin through the empty space of his mind, using these internal energy fluctuations to search for highly beneficial spiritual herbs. He just needed to find the most suitable furnace for brewing the medicine, ideally one that could be paired with the Earth Infant Spring and Earth Core Fire Spring in the Cloud Snow Peak Hot Spring Cave, which would make the process twice as effective.

"Benfeng, you've worried me to death!" Madam Feng, her face filled with anxiety, carried Miss Mingyue along the mountain path. Benfeng saw them first, and before he could speak, he heard Madam Feng's heartfelt call.

Her affection was deep and her concern profound.

"Madam Feng, Miss Mingyue!" Benfeng skipped and jumped to Madam Feng's side, stretching out his strong arms to hug Madam Feng and the panting Miss Mingyue on her back.

Chapter 59 Extraordinarily Alluring [Part 1]

Madam Feng was covered in fragrant sweat, but felt no fatigue. The lady was truly moved and infatuated. As long as she couldn't see Benfeng for a while, she felt something was missing, and her heart ached with longing.

She heard her sister, who had undergone the third stage of soul rebirth, say that Benfeng had been taken away by a heartless old poisoner, and she gave her "ghostly sister" a good scolding.

The romantic scene at Qin's Restaurant was the first step in a series of traps set by Madam Feng and her ghostly sister, Feng Xiaolian, to lure Wang Xicang. Next, if things went as expected, it should have a perfect ending. Unexpectedly, a powerful Blood Spider King suddenly appeared on Mount Huoqiu, disrupting the original plan. Wang Xicang revealed his true form and, unwillingly, "died" again. However, the old ghost, seizing the opportunity, revealed his identity, widely distributing the "Langya Elegant Collection Notice," and even displaying the two demon king treasures of the Earthly Nether Ancestor. This attracted a large number of ghost cultivators and evil cultivators hidden within the orthodox Taoist sects in the Hedong region, who had long been absent from the scene. Chaos ensued, and the

idea of living a peaceful life with Benfeng, with secret dealings outside his house, was no longer possible. With various powerful figures making their appearances, the fate of the world became shrouded in mystery. However, chaos was not entirely bad. If the Taoist sects in the Hedong region were in chaos, the world would inevitably be in chaos, and the Sui Dynasty would inevitably fall into chaos—the rebellion against the Sui, the chaos of the Sui, and the fall of the Sui were an unbreakable long-term strategic move.

Madam Feng firmly believed in her judgment; she wanted her young lover, Li Benfeng, to make his move according to his original plan amidst the ever-changing political landscape, leaving no room for regret.

Smelling Benfeng's scent, Madam Feng, disregarding their location in the wilderness, pressed herself against him with unparalleled shyness, saying with a hint of spring in her eyes, "Miss Mingyue and I went to Huoqiu Mountain and Laoshan Mountain. If it weren't for the Flying Cloud Talisman given to us by Sister Tianqin, we probably wouldn't have found this place. Miss Mingyue is exhausted."

"It's good that we found her; everything is fine." Benfeng tenderly carried Miss Mingyue on his back, grasped her jade-like wrist, and sent a few strands of his essence into her body.

"You shameless couple, in broad daylight!" Ying Fuzhen, standing atop the Casting Cauldron Peak of Rilu Mountain, shouted sternly.

“Miss Fuzhen, I am a demon. If you kill me, you can eliminate evil and protect the righteous path.” With the help of Benfeng, Mingyue’s face gradually flushed, and she deliberately teased Ying Fuzhen, “I heard that Miss Fuzhen’s sister is a reincarnated ghost cultivator. Will Miss Fuzhen also wield her sword to kill her own sister?”

“Hmph, you witch, do you think I dare not kill you?” Ying Fuzhen released her flying sword, slashing towards Benfeng, Madam Feng, and Miss Mingyue.

“Look at you, you clearly have that person in your heart, but you still pretend to be sincere. I’m not playing with you anymore.” Miss Mingyue held up a seal with both hands, her ten fingers like lotus flowers, and released a misty white ribbon of water, followed by a flying cloud talisman.

Ying Fuzhen’s flying sword was like hitting cotton wool, losing its sharpness, and was uncontrollably pulled by the white ribbon of water, crashing into the misty grass valley.

"Witch, how dare you tarnish my reputation! I have no love for any man! Li Benfeng, I swear I will never forgive you!"

Her words were a lie—even the innocent and pure-hearted leader of the Fuzhen Sect knew her words lacked conviction. Back at Qingque Manor, when the man she claimed to be her sworn enemy was about to be killed by the Blood Spider King, her heart was filled with a complex mix of grief and indignation—she herself didn't understand how she could have developed feelings

for a seemingly innocent man. What did his death have to do with her, Ying Fuzhen? Let him die, the sooner the better! "Li Benfeng, you're entangled with this witch; you'll be struck by lightning sooner or later!" Ying Fuzhen watched hatefully as the man and two women drifted further and further away.

...

Benfeng, Madam Feng, and Miss Mingyue safely landed on the Sun-Welcoming Pine on the thousand-foot cliff of Riding Valley.

Beneath the pine was a large cave; it was from this cave that Benfeng had crawled out. The Blood Spider King was only five steps away from crossing the dead shore of the Soul-Hooking Underworld Path to the living shore where Benfeng stood.

The churning sea of blood was merely a ghostly illusion created by Feng Xiaolian, a third-level demon—the Blood Spider King was right; the cave in Sun Cauldron Valley was indeed the battleground between the Underworld Ancestor and the Moon Wheel Serpent Demon.

The Moon Wheel Serpent Demon King—Yuchi Mingyue. The Blood Spider King had repeatedly grumbled in Qianmen Town, finally confirming that the frail Yuchi Mingyue, neither human nor demon, was indeed the Moon Wheel Serpent Demon King.

The Eight-Sided Forked Tongue Stone, which the Blood Spider King so desperately desired, was located on a fork between two branches of the Sun-Welcoming Pine. The old pine bark, withered and dry, sometimes obscured, sometimes revealed a very ordinary-looking, wrinkled stone with gray and black stripes. Benfeng sat on this stone, his mind clear, meditating for three hours.

Five hundred years ago, during a battle between demon kings, the Moon Wheel Serpent Demon comprehended the technique of separating the soul from the primordial essence. She transformed into a serpent and was reborn into a human, but sealed her millennia-old, refined essence within the Eight-Sided Tongue Stone—a once-in-a-millennium opportunity to awaken through love and absorb her own demonic essence.

If not for her unwavering devotion to a man, the Moon Wheel Serpent Demon King would never have risked being annihilated in the Yichun Pavilion's Enchanted Immortal Pavilion, enduring the combined attacks of three Golden Immortals and the Golden Palace Sword Yuanzun, forged from their natal nascent souls—her natal spirit severely wounded, yet the Moon Wheel Serpent Demon King miraculously comprehended the technique of refining the serpent soul into a human's true soul. The ways of

Heaven are difficult to defy, but human effort can change everything—if any otherworldly cultivator, relying on their righteous path, were to kill the Moon Wheel Serpent Demon who had begun refining her human soul, they would surely face divine retribution!

After a thousand years of trials and tribulations, through a single moment of love and opportunity, the Moon Wheel Serpent Demon attained enlightenment on the true path of cultivation.

"A hundred years of cultivation brings us to share a boat ride, a thousand years to share a pillow in sleep..." Benfeng and Mingyue, their hearts in perfect harmony, spontaneously recited the words of their second time encountering a timeless love tragedy.

Mingyue's eyes welled with tears.

Madam Feng gently nudged Benfeng, "Go inside quickly, there are some things... that only two people can say in private."

"Yes..." Benfeng, carrying the Eight-Sided Stone of Immortality and bearing the thousand-year-old demon king's body on his back, trembled as he climbed down the pine tree and entered the cave.

The cave was vast. The walls were covered with alluring images of snake women wielding swords.

A white ribbon of water shrouded the cave entrance, its surface shimmering, while the interior shimmered with a clear light. Benfeng smelled a soothing fragrance, and upon opening his eyes, he saw Mingyue taking a robe from a jade stone, about to change. In the blink of an eye, Mingyue, with the graceful yet alluring presence of a flying goddess, stood before Benfeng. A pale yellow silk robe embroidered with jewels, an exquisitely beautiful face, two full breasts, and slender legs slightly parted, revealing her naturally beautiful skin.

She was exceptionally alluring. A fusion of goddess and enchantress, adorned in colorful attire... not by the plum blossoms, but by the willows, who among them could capture the beauty of this divine woman...? Lost in reverie, the eight-sided, forked-tongued birthstone in Benfeng's hand slowly rose, embedding itself in the sun-furnace stone cauldron shaped like a four-cornered furnace on the ceiling.

Fleeting clouds and wispy, silky essence emanated from the stone.

The Moon Maiden, her jade-like body gracefully rising, coiled like a snake, wrapping a few strands of essence around her. With a soft groan, "Ah!" she frowned and landed in Benfeng's arms.

"It hurts!" The Moon Maiden's voice changed slightly.

The true Jade Maiden's gentle voice! Benfeng understood, and gently kissed Mingyue's jade lips. "Take it slow. The matter of transforming from a demon to a human is too great. We must proceed step by step, one, two, three, four at a time."

Benfeng's resolve was no longer what it used to be. Holding the alluring jade body, he still had to proceed methodically, one, two, three, four at a time.

Mingyue absorbed the condensed demonic essence, and her desire surged. She stretched out her jade arms to embrace Benfeng's waist, and the peaks of her jade body pressed urgently against Benfeng's chest.
Chapter 60 Extraordinarily Alluring [Part Two]

Benfeng touched those two balls of heat, as if being scorched by fire... The demonic essence fused into his body, truly like oil boiling and desire splashing. The heat of the two spring peaks pressing against Benfeng's chest penetrated his body, not the passion of an ordinary woman, but the seductive and alluring charm emanating from the essence condensed by a thousand-year-old demon, a yin-yang fusion.

The fair maiden's body flushed crimson, and she couldn't help but start tearing at her clothes.

"I'll do it, let's take it slow, let's experience it properly." When Benfeng entered the cave earlier, Madam Feng had stuffed several books on Peng Lao's bedroom arts and the *Su Nu Jing* (Classic of the Plain Girl), which she had used as a reference for many erotic paintings she had drawn when she was feeling restless in her boudoir, into Benfeng's brocade pouch. Just now, when the fair maiden was absorbing demonic energy, Benfeng had carefully read a few pages and had begun to understand the *Su Nu Jing*'s method of absorbing yin and cultivating yang—lust and fondness for yin are a man's nature.

Attached to appearances, driven to the extremes of sex, the spiritual root touched by emotion—Benfeng's breakthrough to the realm of desire and lust was not achieved overnight; he would have to go through hundreds and thousands of trials, each one larger than the last, before he could traverse the realms without leakage.

Mingyue, suppressing the eerie spring fire within her, softly recited, "Quiet sitting generates jade energy, water seeps through and fire dissipates, damp heat and yin energy steam, becoming rain and dew..."

Benfeng loosened Mingyue's yellow and rainbow-colored robes, gently leading her to the bluish-green jade stone near the cave entrance, where she lay supine on its cool, clear surface. He wanted Mingyue to adopt the dragon-embracing position, female on top.

In this position, Mingyue had to endure until the water seeped through her yin harbor before the dragon could enter the sea.

Benfeng only removed Mingyue's upper garment... fearing that her demonic fire was too intense, harming herself and others.

"Is it ready? I'm going to sit on it now." The sight of Mingyue's pained expression evoked pity in Benfeng. He grasped her jade-like wrist and asked, "Surrounding without entering, storing water to steam your yin, can you endure it?"

"I can endure it, I can endure it." Mingyue lifted herself up and sat on Benfeng's lap, moving her jade-like buttocks between his legs, adjusting her position, and encircling his erect penis with her jade-like buttocks.

Even though it was just through her clothes, Benfeng couldn't help but tremble violently.

The intense heat penetrated, making it even more difficult than the ice chamber in the Green Vine Cave—in the ice chamber on the jade bed, Master Hua Dao had absorbed some of the heat, allowing Benfeng to act like a normal couple. As long as he enjoyed the pleasure of the flesh and let Mingyue release the diminishing amounts of sword energy fire that had invaded his body, Mingyue could use the sword energy fire to melt the yin energy of her natal snake soul. This time, however, the demonic energy penetrated directly .

Although it was only a dozen or so streams, it already caused Mingyue to suffer "unbearable pain." She wished she could immediately strip naked and merge into Benfeng's body. But she could only endure it, surrounding him without penetrating, storing water and steaming away her yin energy. Both were suffering. Benfeng watched as he was subjected to Mingyue's alluring body, yet he only dared to lightly touch and caress her breasts through her clothes... Any excessive actions would trigger the demonic nature of Mingyue's natal snake soul, endangering both of their lives. Even with such gentle caresses, Mingyue reacted strongly. Her yellow robe stretched open, and her two jade-like nipples, like spring buds, pushed against her smooth white undergarment, creating two rounded peaks. Mingyue let out a soft moan, her jade-like buttocks trembling, and a wet patch appeared on her undergarments. “Like this, slowly ascend to the next level.” Benfeng looked at the alluring yet unbearably aroused Mingyue girl’s jade-like face, “Add some strength, it’s better to proceed only after the hot yin has fully emerged.” “This slave is suffering so much…” Mingyue girl’s delicate eyebrows furrowed, her jade-like buttocks swayed slightly, her body heat rising again. Benfeng was suffering just as much. He could only watch her alluring jade-like body, unable to peel away her budding desires, her hot buttocks, only able to rub against her through her clothes, wishing he could immediately pound her dragon, causing turmoil. …Two hours passed, Mingyue girl’s jade water was everywhere, and her clothes were also soaked with fragrant sweat. Benfeng, who had endured the torment of his erect dragon for a long time, roared and suddenly ripped open Mingyue girl’s underpants. Mingyue girl’s eyes were burning with desire, and she also impatiently tore off Benfeng’s lower body covering, her jade buttocks moved, and Benfeng obeyed and bravely thrust into her. They absorbed the heat, swaying and throbbing... tight and hot, penetrating and pouring, high and powerful, the two of them were like being in a turbulent sea, one rowing and the other riding, rising and falling, until the Yin attacked the dragon of essence, opening and closing several times. When Benfeng's essence gushed out, the two of them used the jade stone as a bed, intertwined, and slept for more than half an hour. ... It was almost noon when Madam Feng prepared lunch and asked Xiao Bi and Xiao Mei to wait at the cave entrance. After lunch, Benfeng gave the herbs he had collected to Xiao Bi, and also told Xiao Mei to memorize the prescription for nourishing and protecting the meridians of Senior Sister Tianqin, to be given to Master Huadao of Jinglian Nunnery when they returned. The two clever little maids, Xiao Bi and Xiao Mei, giggled and put the dishes into the food box, gave Benfeng a few flirtatious glances, and gracefully descended the mountain, carried away in a sedan chair at the foot of the mountain. Miss Mingyue put away her flying ribbons of water, took Benfeng's arm, and left the cave entrance. Sitting on the sun-reflecting pine, she sweetly sang the Willow Catkins Song. Benfeng was utterly enamored, holding Mingyue in his arms, kissing and caressing her wantonly—the new lotus leaves emerging from the stream, their petals half-open, displaying their vibrant red. "Stop, I can't take it anymore..." Mingyue pleaded softly. "Hehe, in the days to come, I'll be indulging in all sorts of pleasures." Benfeng cupped Mingyue's flushed face in his hands, pecking at her a few more times. "Husband, do you know how much I've suffered waiting? When I first met you, I didn't dare speak my heart. In Qianmen Town, the Kunlun people wanted to kill me, and I couldn't tell you openly. It was truly agonizing." Mingyue returned Benfeng's kisses with a seductive charm. "After all the suffering comes happiness. If I had known your immense status, I would never have dared to approach you." Benfeng chuckled. "I'm not that scary, just a weak woman." Mingyue nestled into Benfeng's arms like a little bird. "Even that third-rank brat can bully me, and that little girl Ying Fuzhen can scare me with her sword. All I can do is run away... Hmph, in three days, once I've absorbed one-tenth of your essence, I'll see if I don't tie that third-rank brat Feng Xiaolian up and hang her under this tree, and give her a good beating." "Do you two have a grudge?" Benfeng gently stroked Mingyue's flowing hair. "Even if you do, let it all go. She's Madam Feng's sister; we shouldn't make things difficult for her." “Actually, there’s no deep-seated hatred, but… husband, even if we let her go, she might not let us go. She’s still obsessed with refining your soul so she can face her fourth-level ghost tribulation.” Miss Mingyue sighed. “I just want to teach her a lesson… but if she tries to harm you again, that’s absolutely unacceptable! There are some things I can’t tell Madam Feng. Madam Feng shouldn’t spoil that third-level ghost so much. Actually, she can no longer be considered Madam Feng’s sister—ghost cultivators are always ruthless and cruel.” "In my opinion, even the orthodox Taoist cultivation is not much better. Miss Mingyue transformed into a human to wait for a thousand-year opportunity, but the people of Kunlun showed no mercy. If it weren't for Master Huadao and True Man Sanyang, Miss Mingyue wouldn't be able to chat with me here so leisurely." Benfeng put Miss Mingyue on a tree branch, straddled the thick pine branch, and turned back to Miss Mingyue, saying, "Come, let's learn how to leap like a monkey and fly like a crane. Let's not think about those troublesome things. The moon may wane, but its light remains; a broken sword may break, but its strength remains. Let's just act according to our own laws." Seeing a clear pool surrounded by lotus flowers, Benfeng picked up the jade-like, soft-bodied Miss Mingyue, jumped off the old pine, and ran to the pool. Before even taking off his clothes, he plunged into the clear, mirror-like water... Chapter 61 Extraordinarily Alluring [Part 3] This is probably what it's like for mandarin ducks to play in the water. Miss Mingyue's yellow dress was soaked in water, which naturally made men shed tears—the water's unique allure. To add to the ambiance, she unleashed seven or eight white ribbons of water. Instantly, a clear pool of water, forty or fifty paces in diameter, was enveloped in layers of water curtains. Born of the South Sea, the demon serpent naturally loved water; when its demonic cultivation reached a certain level, it mastered the art of using white ribbons of water to achieve invisibility. Alluring and seductive through water, a jade-like figure in an S-shape floated on the water, holding a newly blossoming lotus bud in her hand, taking a mouthful of clear pool water, and splashing it onto Benfeng's face.

The S-shape, once so alluring to the fashionable men of a bygone era, drove them to madness over the affected mannerisms of a common, vulgar woman. But the S-shaped, flowing waist of the Moon Maiden was naturally formed, her graceful, alluring body resembling a lotus flower bathed in sunlight.

I stripped off all my clothes, thoroughly washing myself, then closed my eyes, basking in the warm May sun. The water, like a thin, delicate veil, floated in the air, exuding a hazy, refreshing mist. The Moon Maiden, her springtime beauty fully fading, lazily embraced my neck, her body floating lightly on a few lotus leaves. Her captivating eyes, like autumn water, opened and closed, gazing seductively at me, her rosy lips occasionally sipping the clear water from the pool, swishing against my body like a fish.

The blissful feeling of springtime laziness! Benfeng reached out and touched Mingyue's jade-like feet, his bare body rising and falling... Human nature was capricious, oblivious to everything.

On the eastern wall of Riding Valley, along the three mountain paths leading southeast, seven or eight groups of Taoist priests dressed in black robes walked listlessly, swords in hand.

They looked as if they hadn't slept all night.

"What kind of mess is this? Master is in seclusion, and just because of Senior Brother's word, we've been working ourselves to the bone for some favor from Ya Zang. We haven't slept for two days and two nights! Senior Brother Yuan Cheng, why should our Fudu Mountain Jiyuan Sect listen to the Langya Sect? Isn't the Langya Sect just relying on the pharmacies and restaurants on both sides of the river? But Wang Xicang couldn't even withstand a single sword strike from the Three Yang True Man! I really don't understand Senior Brother's intentions. Why should we give Wang Xicang face?" A boy who was only fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed in a black satin brocade robe, took a few steps up the mountain and plopped down on the ground in great dissatisfaction. "I'm exhausted. I'm not looking anymore. The Blood Spider King has probably been killed by the Earthly Nether Ancestor and the Moon Wheel Serpent Demon. That brat Li Benfeng is probably sleeping with a woman right now... Senior Brother, I'm so sleepy. Let's rest for a bit... When we find him, we'll each give him a sword strike and let him taste the power of our Duyuan Sword to erode his soul!"

“Junior Brother Yuanming, how many times have I told you? When you go down the mountain to cultivate, the most important thing is to guard your speech. The things our senior brother wants us to do must have a profound meaning. You can't say things like that anymore… Once you've completed your sect's mission, you can return to the mountain.” Yuan Cheng of the Jiyuan Sect earnestly advised Yuanming, who came from a wealthy family. A dozen or so Jiyuan Sect disciples stood around Yuanming. They were all exhausted, but dared not say it aloud.

“Quick, we've found that brat Li Benfeng!” Two spirited youths suddenly leaped out from between several towering stone walls about three miles away from the Jiyuan Sect disciples, each carrying an ancient-looking bronze cauldron.

“Did you see clearly? Don't let it be another false alarm,” Yuan Cheng asked.

"That's right, this lad is a womanizer, currently playing in the pool with a vixen. It was our Yi Ding Sect's Senior Sister Cai Rui who discovered this. If we capture Li Benfeng, don't even think about competing with us for the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls from your Ji Yuan Sect." The slightly shorter boy spoke without restraint; judging by his youthful appearance, he was only twelve or thirteen years old.

"All of you, be quiet! You're young and inexperienced. Do you think you'll suffocate if you don't speak?" A slightly more mature Daoist disciple sat on a boulder several dozen feet high, his palm forming a seal, and gave a light reprimand.

"Surround them! Don't fight over credit; everyone gets a share." A sinister voice drifted by.

Before long, the eastern slope of Ri Ding Valley was filled with Daoist disciples.

It seemed Benfeng and Miss Mingyue's romantic bath was off.

"Let's kiss first, then we'll fight to the death." Upon hearing the voice, Benfeng calmly hugged Mingyue, making merry for a while before leaping ashore like a carp leaping over the dragon gate.

"Stop hiding, all of you, just introduce yourselves. I, Li Benfeng, am not a bloodthirsty person. As long as you don't use those underhanded tricks of that old devil Wang Xicang, I, Li Benfeng, will spare your lives." "

Li Benfeng, how dare you speak so arrogantly!" Yuan Ming of the Jiyuan Sect was the first to jump out. "I was sent to Fudu Mountain by my father when I was five years old, and I spend at least six months a year training hard at the mountain gate. I see you're not much older than me, yet you dare to speak so arrogantly. You should know that our Jiyuan Sect's Senior Brother Yuan Cheng alone has thirty years of innate cultivation. Look closely, how many people are here today? The Yiding Sect of Siding Mountain, the Cijian Sect of Jiugong Mountain, more than a dozen cultivation sects—in this situation, you're the one who should be kneeling and begging for mercy!"

"You are so arrogant, our Yiding Sect will never let you go. As the saying goes, you can't thread a needle without a needle, and you can't sail a river without water. You escaped with your life in Qianmen Town by luck and should have disappeared without a trace. But you have acted wickedly and dissolutely, and you are also arrogant and conceited. Don't you know the word 'shame' in this world? Let me tell you, Senior Sisters Cai Rui and Cai Ling, Senior Brother Cai Ze, and I, Cai Xiang, who are from Yiding Sect who have come down the mountain to cultivate, will definitely destroy your demonic magic weapon, the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls, to protect the purity of the Daoist sect." Cai Xiang was the youngest junior brother of Yiding Sect, but his words were well-founded and resounding.

"It seems you all consider me, Li Benfeng, to be a heretic. Who told you that the disciples of Zhexing Pavilion are unknown in the martial world? It's pathetic. The world only knows about Kunlun and Shushan. You seem to think your own sect is the orthodox sect... However, this is the first time I, Li Benfeng, have heard of Fudu Mountain, Jiugong Mountain, and Siding Mountain. The names sound nice: Duyuan—Yiding—Cijian. You must be under the command of Kunlun and receiving money from that old devil Wang Xicang. There's no point in saying more. But I do know a saying: 'Testing jade requires three days of burning, and discerning talent requires seven years of waiting.' Why can't you even give me three days of peace?"

As Benfeng spoke, he drew his Dragon-Shaped Snake Shadow Sword.

"You still have the nerve to talk? In the battle of Pure Land Mountain, how many Daoist leaders did you injure? In Thousand Gates Town, you went even further, killing countless accomplished Daoist disciples. You are neither Buddhist nor Daoist, secretly colluding with demons and corrupting the Yin cultivators of the Ghost Path. If you were given seven years, the entire Daoist world would have long since become your filthy land!" A faint, sinister voice rang out, its origin unclear.

This person's intention was clearly to suppress the imposing aura emanating from Ben Feng atop the high cliff.

A dragon-shaped, snake-shadow sword, terrifying to Daoist practitioners, its blade flashing, forced a dozen or so Daoist disciples nearby to retreat under its oppressive force.

"Kill! That brat surnamed Li deserves to die!" Another chilling, stern voice rang out behind Ben Feng!

"If it were up to you, I, Li Benfeng, would have died a hundred or a thousand times over!" Benfeng leaped up, laughing loudly several times. His inner essence swirled out, and the Dragon-Shadow Serpent Sword flew up, striking towards the peach grove five hundred paces away.

Several figures flashed out from the peach grove, and three jet-black sword energies met Benfeng's Serpent Shadow Sword energies head-on.

Chapter 62 Extraordinarily Alluring [Part Four]

Benfeng was already very familiar with the wonders and wonders of the Dragon-Shadow Serpent Sword in his hand. The black lotus male and female pearls on the sword and the dragon-shaped hilt were both extraordinary.

Benfeng was more than capable of dealing with the three jet-black sword energies that met his attack. As long as he focused his mind on guiding the two dragon souls of Panmo, he could use the dragon souls to cover and kill, making it difficult for the Diluo Sect disciple who launched the flying sword to retaliate.

If he encountered the Diluo Sect disciples again, Benfeng would use these few ruthless characters to comprehend the Nine Lotus Heavenly Sword Technique.

The three flying swords wielded by six disciples of the Di Luo Sect clashed head-on with Ben Feng. Realizing they were outmatched, they immediately separated and hid among several jagged boulders dozens of meters high in the peach grove.

These men, all over sixty years old, had clearly left themselves a way to survive by hiding here.

Moreover, someone else was lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to strike decisively. Under Wang Xicang's orders, their objective was clear: to seize the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls by any means necessary.

Having fought the Di Luo Sect's men several times, Ben Feng had developed a strategic mind. After a single strike, he leaped and landed on the highest boulder in the peach grove.

His vital energy swirled, and his flying swords unleashed a devastating burst of sword energy, shattering several dark blue, conjoined stones beneath the boulder. A dark figure flew up, shouting, "Li Benfeng, you'll die a horrible death!"

"Hahaha, you bunch of suicidal bastards!" Benfeng's flying sword struck again, and another dark figure landed a mile away amidst the flying debris.

These two fellows were quite self-aware. The distance of the flying sword controlled by Benfeng was unlikely to exceed six hundred paces,

a distance roughly the same as the Daoist disciples who were gradually forming an encirclement. The Jiyuan Sect of Fudu Mountain, the Yiding Sect of Siding Mountain, and the Cijian Sect of Jiugong Mountain—those who came to kill Li Benfeng this time were clearly true Daoist sects not interested in worldly disputes.

During the Battle of Qianmen Town, these people ignored Dugu Jialuo's palace decree, observing from the outside of the battle like idly watching the clouds, waiting for the change in the world's fortunes. Only when the leaders of each sect received the Kunlun decree did they seriously treat Li Benfeng as a major threat.

If there were no difficulties in heaven, who in the world wouldn't become an immortal?

Without pursuing the Great Dao, one cannot obtain the true scriptures. Even if one steps into the gate of cultivation, one must endure countless hardships, waiting for the opportune moment to gain enlightenment.

Yuan Cheng of the Xiangji Yuanmen, and Cai Rui and Cai Yu of the Yiding Sect, disciples who had advanced to the Innate Realm and were practicing righteous mindfulness cultivation, although their cultivation was not as advanced as that of the old ghost Wang Xicang, who had been practicing for nearly two cycles of sixty years

, were clear-headed and discerning. They only regarded their opponents as an opportunity for training, and did not care whether they could obtain a high-grade magic weapon. The twenty-odd experienced disciples of the Cijian Sect simply set up a sword formation five miles away.

Only the thirty-odd disciples of the three or four families who were on good terms with the Diluo Sect and whose righteousness was difficult to distinguish, closed in and surrounded Benfeng.

"Anyone else who doesn't introduce themselves? Today, I, Li Benfeng, will only kill the Yin disciples of the Diluo Sect. If you don't want to lose your lives for that old ghost Wang Xicang, then state your names!" Benfeng stood on the boulder, and although he still looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, he already had an imposing and dignified demeanor.

"Fan Yiluo of Lingjue Sect of Wulu Mountain, acting on my master's orders, is here for a battle!" A Daoist disciple dressed in embroidered crane and cloud robes cupped his hands in greeting to Benfeng.

"Li Qing and Li Chi of Immortal Fragrance Mountain of Yuyang, out of old friendship, are here to lend their assistance." Two elegant young men, almost identical in appearance, also cupped their hands in greeting to Benfeng.

"Li Benfeng, my Diluo Sect will never let you go!" A Yin Talisman carrying a poisoned arrow was released from behind a stone wall.

"Hahaha! Heaven and earth are impartial, I, Li Benfeng, will make you, a fellow who doesn't even dare to give his name, go back to the furnace for re-training!" While Fan Yiluo and the others were talking to him, Benfeng mentally imprinted the second move of the Nine Lotus Heavenly Sword Manual, the Vajra Wheel of Subduing Soldiers, through the nine-fold sword technique.

In Qianmen Town, he had only mastered one initial stance. This time, after several fortuitous encounters, his natal star, the Lotus, resonated with the heavens and earth. He controlled the sword with his heart, and wherever the sword pointed, a hidden blue star wheel appeared. The sword body extended, and a Vajra wheel of light appeared.

The weapon descended upon the Vajra wheel. With the first strike, his heart merged with the Vajra, the two seals connected, the Vajra wheel of light appeared, and a sword cloud materialized. One stance, nine forms; each mastered stance was a rare advancement.

The dragon-shaped snake shadow sword slashed through the air, the blue light of the wheel flashing, and a sword cloud like a mist arose from the sword body. Dozens of Yin Talisman poison arrows were choked by the sword cloud. Benfeng shouted loudly, and the sword cloud and snake shadow swirled around, causing the poison arrows to fly back and strike the Yin Talisman.

The Yin Talisman exploded, hundreds of poison pills shattered, and black mist instantly obscured the space within five hundred paces, making it impossible to see anyone. The eight or nine Daoist disciples approaching Benfeng, clearly unaware of the power of the Yin Talisman, released their flying swords one after another.

"Despicable! Wang Xicang, you concocted the Yin Soul Poison Pill, didn't you ever consider that one day it would backfire on you?" A white ribbon of water enveloped Benfeng, emanating from the Bright Moon Maiden.

Before her rebuke had even faded, four more Yin Soul Poison Pill talismans exploded in the peach grove!

Wang Xicang had truly gone mad! Seeing that unity was elusive and Benfeng was difficult to kill, he unleashed all the Yin Soul Poison Pills he had refined over the years in a fit of rage.

The first Daoist disciple to be poisoned bled from all seven orifices and collapsed dead. Those further away immediately soared into the air, narrowly escaping death.

"Wang Xicang, you! You harm others without benefiting yourself! From this day forward, the Langya Sect will never be tolerated among righteous Daoist cultivators!" A clear, elegant female voice declared.

"From this day forward, my Jiyuan Sect is an enemy, not a friend, of the Langya Sect!" Yuan Cheng roared in anger.

The clear, elegant female voice belonged to Cai Rui of the Yi Ding Sect. Knowing the potency of the Yin Soul Poison Pill, she released her Immortal Cloud Abyss Cauldron, absorbing all the poisonous mist before her. Cai Yu and Cai Ze of the Yi Ding Sect were able to protect themselves. Cai Xiang, whose cultivation was slightly weaker, inhaled a wisp of poisonous mist and immediately fainted.

Just as Cai Rui was about to help, a white, shimmering water-like mist enveloped Cai Xiang. Yuan Ming of the Ji Yuan Sect, after being poisoned and unconscious, was also enveloped by the white, shimmering water-like mist.

"Don't use pills indiscriminately! The Yin Soul Poison Pill talisman concocted by Wang Xicang can only be completely eliminated by my white, shimmering water-like mist, or by your masters personally administering the antidote!" The Bright Moon Maiden's slender hand moved, and a mist of water filled the sky, dissolving and dissipating the poisonous mist in the peach grove within moments.

Yuan Ming and Cai Xiang slowly awoke, staring at the Bright Moon Maiden's alluring figure for a few moments before jumping up almost simultaneously, angrily cursing Wang Xicang.

"Wang Xicang, you're worse than a pig or a dog, you're a disgrace to the human skin! The day I, Yuanming, achieve mastery of the Dao, the first person I'll kill will be you!"

"My hatred for you, Wang Xicang, this old devil, is irreconcilable!"

All around, voices hurling insults at Wang Xicang echoed endlessly.

The disciples of the Cijian Sect shook their heads, remaining silent but inwardly utterly despising Wang Xicang's actions!

"As you all have seen, Wang Xicang is such a person. He wanted to kill me, Li Benfeng, but he cowered and resorted to underhanded tricks. That old devil has already fled far away, which is a pity. Killing him will still require a lot of trouble. If you still want to follow Kunlun's orders to exterminate demons and monsters, then please challenge me, Li Benfeng, to a fair fight. Let's be straightforward. Even if you are not as skilled as me, it will only be a training experience for Daoist cultivators." Benfeng cupped his hands to Yuan Cheng of the Jiyuan Sect, Cai Rui of the Yiding Sect, and several mature and steady Daoist disciples of the Cijian Sect.

"Li Benfeng, I'll fight you tomorrow! Don't hold back. If I die by your sword, I, Yuanming, will consider it a cycle of reincarnation!" Yuanming's cultivation was not high, but he could already take life and death lightly.

"Then I'll fight you the day after tomorrow. I'll show you the Heavenly Dao's Controlling Cauldron Technique of the Yi Ding Sect!" Cai Xiang's words were innocent and pure, seemingly enlightened after experiencing a near-death experience due to the Soul-Stealing Poison.

"Alright! Yuan Ming, Cai Xiang, you two are straightforward. I, Li Benfeng, will be waiting." After speaking, Benfeng repeatedly cupped his hands towards the retreating Daoist disciples.

It would be best to turn enemies into friends; otherwise, being bothered by these people all day would be incredibly annoying.

The mountain returned to silence.

"Miss Mingyue, my woman, come quickly for a bath together!" Benfeng shouted, jumped off the boulder, ran to the edge of the clear pool, quickly stripped off his clothes, and leaped into the water.

"Oh dear, you spoke so loudly, someone heard us!" Miss Mingyue gracefully moved her lotus-like steps, picking many colorful wildflowers along the mountain path and tossing them one by one into the pool.

Chapter 63 Extraordinarily Alluring [Part 5]

The Moon Maiden's demeanor perfectly suited Benfeng's pastoral nature.

Men who earn a living by chopping wood, gathering herbs, or hunting, and who marry ordinary women of good looks, all lead such lives. Life may be a little hard, but their spirits are carefree and unrestrained. As the saying goes, "A joyful heart prolongs life, and a lack of desire for material things strengthens the spirit.

" "Heaven and earth enter my heart, a sigh evokes wind and thunder!"

Benfeng plunged into the water, then leaped like a fish, splashing water like shattered jade, and soared into the sky, shouting, "Yesterday's day is gone, today's day belongs to me!"

The Moon Maiden slid softly into the water, weakly calling to Benfeng, "Husband...come quickly!"

Judging from the Moon Maiden's appearance, she seemed to be about to collapse from exhaustion.

Benfeng rushed to Mingyue and hugged her soft body. "What's wrong? Are you tired?"

After checking Mingyue's pulse, Benfeng realized the truth: Mingyue's body was weak and emaciated; she had exhausted all the essence she had just absorbed.

If a few more cunning people like Wang Xicang came along, things would be in trouble.

“Let’s go back to the cave.” Benfeng tenderly hugged Mingyue tightly.

“That’s good, husband, you… there… slowly go in… I want to take a little… take a little…” Mingyue’s voice grew softer and softer… her lower body glowed with an eerie green light, her waist grew thinner and thinner, her legs pressed tighter and tighter, her jade belt loosened, and her silk trousers slowly slid down.

“I understand, I forgot about my own assets.” Benfeng lowered his head and kissed Mingyue’s small mouth, caressing her jade-like body, beginning those actions.

“Don’t embarrass me, my legs hurt so much…” Mingyue closed her eyes, enduring the pain of her demonic transformation, “If I had known the transformation would hurt this much, I wouldn’t have come… Husband, is it done yet…” Mingyue’s eyes flashed with a bewitching, demonic light. Benfeng

touched down, Mingyue’s jade-like legs were so tight and seamless, her spring garden was squeezed inside. Benfeng couldn't help but gasp. "Miss Mingyue, it's too tight down there... Come on, turn around and try from behind." Benfeng was only a novice in matters of love between men and women, and with Miss Mingyue's mutated demonic body in the water, he tried to explore from the front but couldn't find the entrance.

It was really tight, almost as if they were one.

"If only Madam Feng were here..." Benfeng inexplicably thought of the passionate moments he shared with Madam Feng in her boudoir at the Wang family mansion. Madam Feng's exquisitely hand-drawn erotic pictures, depicting various actions, could be considered an introduction to lovemaking. Given the current urgency, Madam Feng should have a solution.

"Go to the shore, have Miss Mingyue bend over, and make that—raise it..." Madam Feng really did come, just in time.

Benfeng, having received Madam Feng's wise guidance, carried Miss Mingyue to the shore, had her bend over, and used the very famous rear entry position—the situation was urgent, so he went all out.

"It hurts...it hurts so much..." The Moon Maiden's lower body was icy cold, her upper body burning hot, yet she tried her best to bend her body into a position where Benfeng could exert his strength.

Half an hour passed, and the excruciating pain of the Moon Maiden's "ice and water" transformation was finally relieved by Benfeng's hard methods.

After the bitterness came the sweetness; the Moon Maiden had collected over a dozen strands of Benfeng's essence, making full use of it, alluringly parting her tender, lotus-root-like thighs, her body swaying joyfully, fully accepting him.

Benfeng and the Moon Maiden's passionate actions caused Madam Feng, standing on the shore, to feel her eyes burning and her heart pounding.

Madam Feng, long deprived of love, had been unable to suppress her desires since experiencing Benfeng's half-night of intimate pleasure, her mind completely focused on him. Having just finished her chores at home, she hurriedly rode her horse over.

If it weren't for the chaos at home, Madam Feng wouldn't have wanted to be separated from Benfeng for even a moment—her haste to come was due to a fear; she feared her sister, now a third-level ghost, would cause trouble. Fortunately, the elder sister, Feng Xiaolian, with her third-stage ghostly form, couldn't withstand the golden light of the sun during the day and could only come out to cause trouble at night.

"Why isn't it over yet?" Madam Feng watched anxiously, her desire burning fiercely.

It had been too long—almost two hours, and it was already dark. Madam Feng's hands tightly tore at a mountain grass taller than a person beside her, biting her lip, enduring the unbearable pain of a thousand insects biting her lower body. She lay on the grassy slope, wishing she could stuff the grass into her body.

A loud shout! A long, drawn-out moan. The passionate couple finally stopped their lovemaking.

"Benfeng, come quickly, I'm here..." Madam Feng almost blurted out.

"Sister, why are you doing this? Shout it out." A jade-like figure seemed to emerge from the ground.

Feng Xiaolian, Madam Feng's "ghostly elder sister." She wore ordinary coarse cloth clothes, her eyebrows were unpainted, and her hair was loosely tied up, with tender green spring grass still clinging to it. Her clothes were patched and torn in several places, revealing glimpses of her fair skin.

"Sister, why are you here?" Madam Feng's worst fears came true. With Feng Xiaolian here, her lovemaking with Benfeng was impossible.

"Sister, I've missed you so much. You know, during the day, sigh, I sit alone in this lonely grave, it's all so hard to describe..." Before Feng Xiaolian could finish speaking, tears were already streaming down her cheeks. "Sister

, don't be like this. I've already promised to help you, you can rest assured... But, you shouldn't be pushing me so hard now..." Madam Feng paused, "This isn't the place to talk..."

"What can't be said? You people are always so hypocritical. Why don't you just tell that brat Li Benfeng what's going on? It's just borrowing his things, it won't cost you anything." Feng Xiaolian moved closer to Madam Feng affectionately, "Sister, your desire is so strong, it's really hard on you to endure it for so long."

"Oh dear, stop talking, my husband should eat." Madam Feng was truly helpless with her sister.

"Husband, it's time to eat." Feng Xiaolian said in a tone that seemed to thrive on chaos.

Upon hearing Feng Xiaolian's voice, Benfeng felt a chill run down his spine: This woman—no, this ghost—appearing couldn't be anything good. He wondered where she had taken the Blood Spider King, whether she had already killed him, or perhaps she had directly refined and absorbed his poisonous Yin Infant.

"Husband, I've been waiting for you for so long." Feng Xiaolian spoke frankly, unabashedly displaying her alluring, delicate beauty as she floated into the air, giving Benfeng a bewitching wink.

Benfeng sighed, glancing at the graceful Mingyue, who was stretching out in the water, wearing silk trousers. He thought to himself, "Fish, I desire; bear's paw, I also desire… Madam Feng, I love her…"

"Go quickly, don't forget to enter the cave at midnight." Mingyue chuckled, lazily and alluringly displaying her jade-like body. She walked seductively to the shore, draped her clothes over herself, and barefoot, she released a white ribbon of water, slowly stepping onto it and floating gently to the sun-reflecting pine tree.

"So beautiful, so enchanting, it takes my breath away!" Feng Xiaolian exaggerated Benfeng's words tenfold in her own voice.

"Sister, how could you do this?" Madam Feng said resentfully, beckoning down the mountain.

There was a sedan chair at the foot of the mountain, where Xiaobi and Xiaomei were waiting. Two innkeepers were also beside the sedan chair. Every so often, these two would send four freshly prepared dishes from the Fuleji Restaurant in Jiangfeng Town.

"Benfeng, come, have something to eat first." Madam Feng chose a sheltered spot at the foot of a steep cliff, a flat area large enough for three to five people to eat, and had Xiaobi and Xiaomei set out the dishes they had brought up the mountain.

Benfeng dressed and walked to the foot of the cliff, giving Madam Feng a knowing look. Although he knew Madam Feng's tender feelings, he hesitated because Feng Xiaolian was already close by his side, and only said lightly, "The dishes are what I want."

Chapter 64 Sisters' Conflict [I]

The dishes that Madam Feng had the restaurant staff send were exactly what Benfeng wanted.

In that trendy era, Benfeng hadn't eaten at many grand banquets. His warmest memory was when he was a teenager, gathering herbs in Tianlai Mountain, casually hunting some wild game, and drinking some old yellow wine with his father.

Benfeng was a complete novice when it came to cooking. Meeting Madam Feng was like opening his eyes to new culinary delights.

Madam Feng picked up her chopsticks and pointed out the dishes laid out on the rock to Benfeng one by one: Hibiscus Wings, Hydrangea Dragon Beard Strips, Snow-white Golden Crab, Snail Flower Pastry with Ginkgo Nuts, Arhat's Tripe—Purple Pork Belly, and a truly authentic Pearl Jade White Jade Soup… The food—if it weren't for his initial obsession with questioning the heavens, Benfeng might have been captivated by Madam Feng's attentive care and spent his remaining years in the mountains.

What a wonderful day, drinking wine in the mountains, savoring the food, and beholding all the beauty. The enchanting Mingyue, the jade-like beauty who had wreaked havoc on one dynasty and was about to wreak havoc on another; the elegant and charming Madam Feng, with her inner beauty reaching a captivating level; and two clever and lively little maids, like lotuses emerging from the water.

Looking again at Tianlai Mountain, I imagine the ethereal beauty of Sister Tianqin, with her jade-like heart, should be perched atop the mountain, contemplating the celestial realm. And then there's Tianxiang, who has gone to Shu Mountain and promised to be my woman!

Life is short, so seize the day!

Money is great, beautiful women are great, power is immense, and to destroy an entire dynasty with a single word is even more exhilarating!

Madam Feng, watching Benfeng, felt a surge of desire within her. She raised her cup, her eyes blazing with alluring passion, and lightly clinked it against Benfeng's. After he downed his drink, she followed suit.

After several cups, Benfeng, feeling exhilarated, couldn't help but recite Tang and Song dynasty poems, prompting the two maids serving him to exclaim that even Cao Zhi's poetry and Du Kang's wine could not compare!

Feng Xiaolian initially watched with indifference as the wine-loving, womanizing, and wealthy Benfeng drank with Madam Feng. As Benfeng drank himself into a stupor and embraced Madam Feng intimately, a pang of sorrow welled up within her, and she glanced at the intoxicated Madam Feng in Benfeng's arms with resentment and bitterness. "Sister, it's getting late. A moment of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold. There are some things that need to be said."

Madam Feng, her eyes glazed with drunkenness, struggled free from Benfeng's embrace, claiming she needed to find a place to relieve herself. In truth, she had something to say to Feng Xiaolian.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Sister, you and Benfeng have only just arrived. How can you say such things so easily? To win a man's heart, you must put in the effort." Madam Feng walked to the bottom of the steep cliff, about six or seven hundred paces from Benfeng, and loosened her belt, as if to relieve herself. When Feng Xiaolian approached, she asked her to conceal her presence before whispering the secrets of the inner chambers.

At this moment, Feng Xiaolian was merely a person in human form, lacking a heart, and could not even grasp the basics of human relationships.

Seeing Feng Xiaolian's bewildered expression, Madam Feng continued, "Sister, you truly love your husband. It's not like you're just having a one-night stand and then going your separate ways. If it were just about killing Wang Xicang, why would you and your sister take such a big risk? Since you want to refine Wang Xicang's true soul into an extra-physical natal soul infant, you have to wait patiently. Only when your husband can help you refine the ghost spirit energy will it be done perfectly."

"You people are such a hassle. If you tell him everything, do you think he won't agree? Look at how eager he is, he seems to want to devour Xiao Bi and Xiao Mei too. He'll agree to any condition you ask... I'm not listening to you anymore. Move my body here and let him taste that flavor. Let's do a mutually agreeable deal, and then we'll part ways. If you want to be with him forever, you can wait your turn. I'm not waiting any longer. The Blood Spider King's vengeful spirit is about to burst." Before Madam Feng could agree, Feng Xiaolian raised her hand and drew several ghost spirit talismans that flashed with blue light in the air.

The talisman vanished into the ground, teleporting Feng Xiaolian's ghostly body from the stone coffin ten miles away to before the two. In

an instant, Feng Xiaolian's reclining jade-like body rose, draped in golden threads, revealing a truly alluring beauty that would make any man's seven orifices tremble.

"No, this can't be!" Madam Feng watched with extreme worry as Feng Xiaolian's ghostly spirit merged into Mei Lang's body—Ghostly Transformation. Feng Xiaolian had used this ghostly supernatural power to lure the greedy Blood Spider King into the Soul-Hooking Underworld, using the Wuyi Purple Jade Silkworm to capture the Blood Spider King's venomous Yin Infant.

Madam Feng feared that Feng Xiaolian would be too eager to reincarnate from a third-tier ghostly being into a fourth-tier ghostly being, completely disregarding Ben Feng's safety. If she unleashed the Blood Spider King's venomous Yin Infant to devour Ben Feng's soul, it would be extremely dangerous.

Ghostly cultivation was vastly different from the Blood Spider King's ghostly Yin cultivation. The advancement of the Ghost Body realm is achieved through the rapid transformation of an extra-physical soul infant through reincarnation and soul devouring. The progression is as follows: First, Ghost Shadow; Second, Ghost Form; Third, Ghostly Phantom; Fourth, Ghostly Fiend; Fifth, Ghostly Spirit; Sixth, Ghostly Immortal; Seventh, Ghost King; and from Ghost King, there are seven more levels, from the first to the seventh, culminating in Ghost Emperor. Ghostly Yin Cultivation, on the other hand, is still the foundation-building and alchemy practice within the human Daoist cultivation path, reaching the Innate Realm, where the nascent soul is

formed and the physical body is refined. "Sister, give me the Wuyi Purple Jade Silkworm. If you like my husband, I'll give him to you." Madam Feng felt a pang of sadness, yet she also wanted Feng Xiaolian to truly experience the genuine joys and sorrows of human relationships. If one day her sister could truly cultivate the Ghost Immortal Body, they could also achieve the same goal, being listed in the register of immortals. All of this requires the assistance of a highly cultivated Yang Body. Madam Feng was worried that Benfeng's cultivation was not strong enough, so she wanted to keep Feng Xiaolian's Wuyi Purple Jade Silkworm in reserve to prevent Feng Xiaolian from releasing the Blood Spider King's Poisonous Yin Infant.

"Why be so careful? Here you go!" Feng Xiaolian didn't hesitate and handed the Wuyi Purple Jade Silkworm containing the Blood Spider King's Poisonous Yin Infant to Madam Feng. "Sister, do you want to watch your sister and her lover make love, or do you want to endure it elsewhere? An hour is enough for me, the rest of the time is yours."

"Oh dear, don't say that, it sounds like your sister is trying to compete with you for your love." Madam Feng saw Benfeng turn his face to look this way, so she beckoned to Xiao Bi and Xiao Mei.

The two little maids, with flirtatious eyes, one carrying a wine jar and the other a wine cup, filled Benfeng's cup again and ran to Madam Feng's side one after the other.

"Madam, Master is calling you." Ever since Benfeng hugged and kissed her that night, Xiao Bi had wholeheartedly regarded Benfeng as her "Master".

Xiao Mei remained silent, her head bowed, her lips pursed, only managing a smile.

"Xiao Mei, stay here," Madam Feng said, turning to Xiao Bi. "Xiao Bi, wait in the sedan chair down the mountain. We'll return to Jiangfeng Town soon."

Xiao Bi responded, squeezing Xiao Mei's hand. "Don't let Master drink too much. At night, I'm afraid something unclean might harm him."

"I understand." Knowing Madam had truly agreed, Xiao Mei, feeling both nervous and expectant, returned to the bottom of the steep cliff. She opened the food box the innkeeper had just brought, taking out a steaming plate of dishes.

"Master, try the tender mushroom chrysanthemum fish." As Xiao Mei served the dish, her newly developed breasts inadvertently brushed against Ben Feng's hand.

Ben Feng felt Xiao Mei's tender, firm breasts, picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks, and took a bite. The taste was refreshing, without a trace of fishiness, a smooth and delicious home-style bluefish, reminiscent of a fisherwoman's cooking. It was extremely palatable, and Ben Feng couldn't resist eating two more large pieces.

"Master, slow down, be careful of fish bones." Xiao Mei gently nudged Ben Feng's back with her arm.

"Where is Madam? Why did she take so long to urinate?" Ben Feng took a sip of wine and looked up at the crescent moon hidden in the clouds.

The moon was pale and the stars were bright, and Xiao Mei's delicate appearance was reflected in the moonlight, making Ben Feng unable to resist kissing her tender face.

"Master, should we call Madam back?" Xiao Mei blushed and quickly kissed Ben Feng's earlobe.

"Madam might have something to say, let's talk for a while." Ben Feng couldn't hear Madam Feng and Feng Xiao Lian's conversation, guessing that the two sisters must have some secret plans tonight, so he pretended not to notice and occasionally made some intimate little gestures with Xiao Mei.

A girl like Xiao Mei, having followed Madam Feng, would eventually follow Ben Feng as well. In ancient times, women from poor families who could become personal maids in a wealthy household like Madam Feng's felt that their ancestors had been honored.

Those of lower status were despised. Living in that trendy era, Benfeng was also looked down upon everywhere, his skills in traditional Chinese medicine going unused. Even Xiaomei's status was lower than his.

"Xiaomei, from now on, we'll be equals. I'll teach you medicine. Do you want to learn?" Benfeng thought that he would rarely have a moment of peace in the future, so he figured it would be better for Xiaomei to learn more about medicine from him and treat the poor villagers in the mountains, which would be a good deed of healing and saving lives.

"Really? Master, you're so kind... Xiaomei never dreamed that Master would treat a servant like this." Xiaomei's eyes welled up with tears. Hearing the word "equal," she almost thought she had misheard.

"Husband, I also want equality. You must treat everyone equally and not look down on anyone." Feng Xiaolian, dressed in a golden robe, suddenly appeared in front of Benfeng.

Ghostly teleportation was indeed extraordinary.

Feng Xiaolian, who drifted to Benfeng's side, was undeniably alluring, but all she possessed was a beautiful facade. She felt no sense of human affection or restraint, her only desire being to be embraced by Benfeng and engage in marital relations, all to achieve her goal of cultivating her ghostly powers.

Chapter 65 Sisterly Conflict [Part Two]

"Where did Madam go?" Benfeng asked Xiaomei softly.

Xiaomei merely gestured towards the foot of the mountain.

"Husband, sweetheart, come here, let your sister pamper you." Feng Xiaolian, seemingly shy, pulled Benfeng towards the grassy ditch below the steep cliff. Although she lacked the shyness of ordinary women, she didn't want to engage in unrestrained lovemaking with Benfeng right under Xiaomei's nose.

Benfeng glanced down the mountain; Madam Feng and Xiaobi had already disappeared into the shadows of the night. He still longed for Madam Feng, his wine not yet finished, his mood still high. He yearned to embrace Madam Feng and share a moment of unspoken understanding, like the lines from the poem "Spring's beauty fades, do not lean alone on the railing," with Xiao Mei and Xiao Bi cleverly playing along. When the mood struck, they could even indulge in some intimate courtship under the starry night. But

something seemed missing with Feng Xiaolian—what was it?

Training.

A man needs to use some methods to train a woman who doesn't understand love, a woman he's only interested in, to the point of "To whom can I confide this tender feeling? My heart belongs only to you." Otherwise, who ends up sleeping with whom, who seduces whom, becomes anyone's guess.

"Feng Xiaolian, I, Li Benfeng, am not a casual man." Benfeng squeezed Feng Xiaolian's hand, laughed, then pulled her away and drew Xiaomei to his side. He poured a cup of wine from an empty glass and handed it to Xiaomei. "Have a drink with me. I remember a wine immortal once posted a couplet at the door: 'A tiger gets drunk in the mountains with one cup, a dragon sleeps in the sea with two cups.' Have you tried the wine that Madam had sent? Come, have a drink and see if you'll get drunk for three years too?"

Feng Xiaolian was outmaneuvered by Benfeng and got angry, her ghostly aura strong.

Hmph! It's easy for a ghost to deceive people. With some ghostly tricks, I'll make you dizzy and then drain you dry—you little thing, you're so good to Madam Feng, treating even a little maid the same, yet you refuse me. What do you take me for, Feng Xiaolian!

"Husband, let me have it. I'll drink with you until the mountains crumble and the trees buckle." Feng Xiaolian sat down next to Benfeng, snatched the wine from Xiaomei, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Come, let's drink some good wine together." This was precisely Benfeng's intention, to make Feng Xiaolian a little jealous. Unexpectedly, the ghostly jealousy only intensified. He poured another cup, offered it to Feng Xiaolian, and recited a poem lamenting her fate: "

At the bend, I see Xiaolian, please play the pipa.

The spring breeze's sorrow is broken, what is it worth today?

Her skirt hangs like bamboo leaves,

her hair is damp with apricot blossom smoke. Her jade is cold, her red silk heavy, a concubine of the Qi Palace drives the whip.

" Feng Xiaolian seemed to sense something, taking the cup but not drinking. Breathing sweetly, she leaned against Benfeng's back, her curvaceous body brushing against him in a half-close, almost-close manner. "Husband, I want to kill you…kill you, boil your flesh, steam your heart, eat it all, and from then on, we'll be inseparable." Benfeng,

listening to Feng Xiaolian's strange tales, couldn't help but feel a little tempted. Though not entirely sincere, it stirred a tingling sensation within him.

Feng Xiaolian lifted her golden robe, revealing only a glimpse before closing it again. Her demonic eyes gleamed alluringly at Benfeng. "Husband, let me tell you the truth. That night in my sister's room, it was my body. Do you remember, 'The red swallow alights on the silk'?"

"Are you telling the truth? How could a ghost like you possibly be?" Benfeng didn't believe Feng Xiaolian's words. However, he was curious to see what Feng Xiaolian, as a ghost, would look like after drinking—if she were like the demonic Mingyue, she would reveal her true form after drinking. Would a ghost reveal its ghostly form if it drank too much?

He picked up a wine cup, squinting his eyes, and handed two cups of wine to Feng Xiaolian. "If it's true, then let's make a pair. The wine doesn't intoxicate, but the person does." Feng Xiaolian, however, was not afraid and drank two more cups.

A flush spread across her face, and Feng Xiaolian's jade-like face blossomed with spring. "Everything about me is true, my body is still that of a woman from the previous life... If you don't believe me, feel it carefully..." Feng Xiaolian rubbed Benfeng's back. "I can't possibly wrong you, yet you insist on saying those hurtful things. My virginity is the culmination of two lifetimes of love, and I've given you my chastity from three lifetimes, yet you still show favoritism..."

Seeing Feng Xiaolian's jealous and scheming manner, Benfeng's heart softened. He thought to himself, "Xiaolian's later life is pitiful and lamentable. I wonder how much suffering she endured in her three lifetimes. I'm not an experienced lover, and my skills in training women are only half-baked. If I touch upon Xiaolian's painful memories, and her demonic nature takes over, I really don't know how I'll handle it... Good things often come with difficulties. I was having a good time drinking with my wife, how did this difficult interlude come about?"

Benfeng looked at Xiaomei for help, but Xiaomei only knew how to add wine, not even meeting Benfeng's gaze.

"My lord, you despise me. I'm inconsiderate and only think of myself... With my fate, I'm pitiful in life and unloved in death. Fine, I'll go to the lonely grave. I shouldn't have come here in the first place; my presence only brings disgust." As Feng Xiaolian spoke, tears streamed down her face. Tears

like pear blossoms in the rain, she was a sight to behold. Benfeng reached out and pulled Feng Xiaolian into his arms. "Don't think like that. I love you. What do you mean by 'no one to pity you in life, no one to pity you in death'? My wife and I won't let you live a lonely and miserable life. Just tell me what you want."

"You have to promise me before I'll tell you." Feng Xiaolian smiled through her tears, nestled against Benfeng, and whispered seductively, "I want to take your life first, and then your heart... Will you promise me?"

"I told you to speak, but you only say scary things. Just tell me what you want. If you don't, I'll go down the mountain with Xiaomei and ride back to Langya with my wife." Benfeng felt a headache coming on after hearing Feng Xiaolian's words.

"I just want to be with you, like that night, to enjoy ourselves to the fullest. I don't want any precious things from you. You'll only give me things if I ask for them." Feng Xiaolian sat up slightly, leaned on Benfeng's left shoulder, and gently nibbled on his earlobe, deliberately teasing him with her words.

Benfeng was slightly dizzy from Feng Xiaolian's fragrant breath and couldn't help but hug her tighter. "What's for the madam will also be for you. It's all the same—the same love and care. Just tell me what you want."

"I won't say, but my husband still prefers his sister. I'm just playing along. You're just trying to make me happy for one night of pleasure." Feng Xiaolian chuckled inwardly, deliberately moving her body away slightly, but parting her jade-like legs to reveal her alluring parts, making Benfeng's heart flutter.

The gold-embroidered clothes reflected a bit of moonlight like fish scales, making Feng Xiaolian's fair skin glow with a unique radiance, adding to her wild charm. Knowing that Benfeng was aroused, Feng Xiaolian moved her body further, pressing her jade-like buttocks against Benfeng's legs, wantonly rubbing her high, rounded area.

"If you want it, then come?" Feng Xiaolian's eyes were like hooks.

Just as Benfeng was about to make a move, Xiaomei pinched him while serving wine. Xiaomei lowered her head, took a twig in one hand, and gently broke it. She opened her mouth as if to say "no," but no sound came out.

"Xiaomei, Madam is calling you," Feng Xiaolian said sharply to Xiaomei. She wanted to get Xiaomei away, otherwise, Xiaomei would ruin things.

Seeing that Xiaomei didn't move, Feng Xiaolian looked at Xiaomei coldly, "Don't you listen to me? Go now!"

"Xiaomei is here serving dishes and pouring wine, so I can relax. I've said before that I will treat both Xiaomei and Xiaobi equally. Xiaomei can stay here." Benfeng naturally wanted to protect Xiaomei. Xiaomei and Xiaobi were understanding and not jealous. In the future, Xiaomei and Xiaobi would have to take care of things in the household.

Benfeng hadn't thought much about Feng Xiaolian at first—she was Madam Feng's older sister, and even if she was scheming, she wouldn't do anything to him. However, he did take note of her attitude towards Xiaomei.

A ghost is still a ghost, and it's not the same as Madam Feng's genuine affection.

"Xiao Mei, your husband has taken a liking to you. Come, sit with your sister." Upon hearing Ben Feng's words, Feng Xiaolian suddenly pulled Xiao Mei onto Ben Feng's lap.

"No, do what you want. Xiao Mei doesn't want this." Xiao Mei blushed and struggled away.

"Little girl, look at you, you're all wet down there, and you're still holding back. Come, let your husband take you first." Feng Xiaolian swayed her waist and gently took Xiao Mei's hand. "Your sister needs to relieve herself. You serve your husband well."

Xiao Mei was pushed into Ben Feng's arms by Feng Xiaolian again.

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